My gasp allows him to slip his tongue inside, teasing and tasting me like he’s starved. A jolt of heat rushes down my spine, and his mouth swallows the moan that escapes me before the world can hear it.
When Angel pulls away, I whine in protest. “More, please.”
His gruff laugh is cut short when I grab his face and smash our lips together again. Fisting his hair, I tug him closer, his addictive taste making it impossible to let go.
Angel skims my jaw with a feather-light touch that sends shivers through me. His palm wraps around my throat like a necklace, squeezing just enoughto make me lose the last thread of my control. My back arches, and I moan when his other hand settles on my lower back, pressing me tighter against his firm body.
I try to pull back for air, but Angel doesn’t like it. With an impatient growl, he chases my mouth, kissing me like he has no plans of stopping.
Every glide of his tongue, every nibble on my lips, every squeeze around my throat sends a fresh wave of desire crashing from my head to my toes.
We stay like that for a long time, kissing like it’s our last chance and drowning in our newfound intimacy. I memorize every touch, every sound, every trace of his fingers, and where they linger most.
Angel pulls away slowly, but not before stealing three more kisses. His forehead drops against mine, both of us breathless. My heart pounds in my ears, and it skips a beat when I open my eyes.
His eyes are…glowing.
A golden ring dances around his emerald irises, like the sun trying to peek through stormy clouds just to catch a glimpse of the majestic rain. But before I can point it out, the glow fades, leaving behind only the striking green.
I can try all I want to shove my Divine into the shadows, but now I know it will always find a way to reach Angel… our other half.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Angel rasps softly, like he’s afraid to break the delicacy of the moment.
“Me too.”
Angel grins devilishly, his lips a little swollen and rosy as he brushes a strand of my hair from my face with the same hand that was wrapped around my throat moments ago.
“Come on, let’s get you home before you catch a cold. And don’t even try the ‘superior species’ argument. I don’t care if you recover faster. I don’t want to see you sick at all.”
How did he know I was going to play the Divine card?
Angel gently leads me to the passenger side and opens thedoor, but I hesitate. I don’t want to go back to how things were before the kiss. I don’t want this to be a one-time or heat-of-the-moment thing.
A soft kiss on my nose softens me. Angel grips my chin, coaxing me to look at him instead of his shoes.
“Nevaeh, nothing will change if you get in. This is just the beginning, not the end. I promise to kiss you every day, all day, for the rest of my life.” When he kisses me this time, Angel takes his sweet time to squash my doubts.
I cradle his warm cheeks in my cold palms and return the kiss with equal fervor before letting him guide me into the car.
We can’t stop grinning the whole drive back to the hotel, sneaking glances and giggling like teenagers. Angel’s hand rests on my thigh, and I lace our fingers together so he can’t let go even if he tried.
After everything I’ve lost, I’ve become used to expecting the worst and never letting myself hope. But I’m scared that if I ever lose Angel…I won’t survive.
13. My virgin eyes!
Nevaeh
It’s been nearly two months since Angel kissed me in the pouring rain.
That night, we returned to the hotel looking like drenched rats and grinning like two lovesick idiots. The group took one look at our flaming red cheeks and intertwined hands, and it’s safe to say we’ve been teased relentlessly.
Seiji made kissing sounds every time we were in the same room. Hazel went out of her way to make a short film about safe sex, only for me to bolt within two minutes because it washorrifying.
Thankfully, Seiji assured me the siren was messing with me, and that’snothow sex actually works.
Some days, I really hate that tailless mermaid.
Angel wasn’t lying when he promised the kisses won’t stop. Now I get kisses all the time, whether in passing, throughout the nights we cuddle in his room, or whenever he feels like I could use a distraction from myself. The first time I kissed Angel spontaneously, he looked strangely proud of me.
