“Fuck, yes,” she moans, canting her hips toward my hand. Our position should be precarious, but I’d rather die than budge. My feet are planted wide, and with the wall at Celine’s back, there’s no way I’ll let a little rocking disrupt us.
I keep my eyes locked on hers as my fingers move. “Khirel nai di-snai,” I say. “Take it for me. Take it all.”
Her chests heaves, then she stiffens, squeezing my fingers and panting as she rides a wave of pleasure. “Yes,” she gasps. “I’ll take it. It’s mine. You’re mine. I’m yours.”
Unlocking her ankles from my lower back, Celine drops her feet to the floor and reaches for the clasp of my pants in one graceful move. We’re covered in dust, but it’s better than any of the times I imagined it over the years.
Celine tugs my pants past my hips, and her fierce expression softens as she looks into my eyes. “I love you, Malach. Always and forever.”
FORTY-THREE
Unspoken Rule of the Fringes #39:
Take what’s offered. Second chances aren’t guaranteed.
CELINE
Malach is nervous. The concept is so ridiculous, it doesn’t even make sense in my head. He’s perfect. Handsome, strong, and tall—every inch of him is loyal. What more could anyone want? Knowing I’ll be the first and only person to touch him has me buzzing with possessive excitement.
There’s no way for me to turn back time and erase everything he’s gone through, but I’m fully prepared to give him something else to focus on.
I drop to my knees and suck him into my mouth. He groans, the sound hot and heavy, before pulling away and joining me on the floor. “I can’t wait.” Malach crawls down my body, the muscles of his thick forearms bunching as he peels my pants over my hips and thighs. “I need you now.”
The hungry gravel in his voice makes me shiver, and I kick mypants off and reach for his cock. Warm and hard against my palm, it’s thick. I’ll feel Malach long after we’re through. Teasing him, I rub the head against my pussy, coating him with my arousal.
“Take me, then,” I purr. “I’m yours, and I always have been.”
He presses in an inch, then three, and a vein in his neck pulses. The urge to plant my heels on the floor and take control is hard to ignore, but I can’t rush this, no matter how badly I want him to fuck me.
Malach waited for me against all odds. He can have me on his terms, at his pace.
His forearm is planted beside my face, flexed from propping himself up. I trace the bulging line of muscle with my lips, scattering kisses from his wrist to his elbow. Malach’s face softens, and he dips into a half pushup to kiss me, holding himself suspended as we make out. His lips are full and soft—I could kiss him forever and never want to stop.
I’m so lost in the taste of him, that his next thrust takes me off guard. Malach buries his cock all the way inside me with a snap of his hips. I groan, and he shudders, green eyes wide, glassy, and locked on mine.
In this moment, we’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Celine and Malach, two angels who love each other despite everything. All the waiting and longing and pain are worth it, because he’s finally mine.
Tears leak from my eyes, and my wings move on their own. Curling around us both and protecting Malach’s scarred back, they turn from plain white to glittery golden. My eyes widen. I’m used to my temperamental wings, but they’ve never done this before. The shade is a direct match to the spine. It feels like a sign.
Malach kisses the tears from my cheeks and makes love to me slowly. Like nothing matters but me. As if we aren’ton the floor of a sitting room surrounded by the rubble of the wall we tore down.
I’ll never deserve him, but I’ll kill anyone who tries to take him from me.
Hot, liquid pleasure curls low in my belly. “More, Malach, give me more,” I beg, squirming beneath him.
He thrusts harder, driving me closer to the edge with every snap of his hips.
“Everything,” he gasps. “I’ll give you everything I have.”
The orgasm hits me with the force of a tidal wave, ripples of pleasure turning into a tsunami I’m not sure I’ll survive. Malach groans and stiffens, his cock spasming inside me as he chases his own release. Gasping, I use my grip on his hair to tug his lips down to mine.
When I pull back for air, Malach’s smile steals the oxygen from my lungs all over again. He drags his palm over my forehead, wiping dust away or probably just rubbing it in.
I grin. “Worth the wait?” I’m mostly kidding. Okay, fine, I’m somewhat kidding.
“It was perfect. You are perfect.” His raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine. “Although, next time, I hope to get you fully undressed.” He glances at my shirt with a wry grin. His eyes are lighter, less burdened. I’d like to think he found relief in my arms. It’s too cheesy to admit, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“I want to unwrap you, too,” I say, glancing at the thick, roped muscle of his arms. Malach is stacked, and now that I’m thinking about it, I’m kicking myself for only yanking his pants off.
