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His power tightened the air around us, a note of pain in his energy. “Feels longer.”
I didn’t dispute his claim, because I shared the sentiment. In my case, it really seemed like I’d known him for years, courtesy of the dreams I’d had where he’d starred in a leading role. I didn’t know whether he’d had similar premonitions, or maybe just a vague feeling of knowing me because I’d always been meant to step into his life one day and he’d sensed it somehow, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care.
Not when this, here, our shared breaths and the touch of him, felt like the first thing in my life that was truly right.
“Kiss me again,” I whispered and pulled at the nape of his neck to tug him back to me.
He complied, claiming my mouth once more with a passion I felt heating my every cell, as if he tried to part with a piece of his soul and give it to me. As if driven to do so with an urgency that bordered on despair.
As if he’d truly waited years to do this.
His hand settled on my waist, squeezing once before moving down over my hip and to my leg. Grasping the back of my thigh, he nudged me to lift my leg and swiftly hooked it around his hip when I obliged.
The move opened me to him, and while we were both still fully clothed, it made my breath hitch and arousal curl between my legs. Still kissing me, he pushed his hips forward and ground against me, his hardness the most delicious counterpoint to the slick softness of my core. The pressure against the center of my throbbing need sent pleasure zinging out through my body, and I gasped into his kiss.
His lips trailed down from my mouth, over my jaw, and to the spot where my neck met my shoulder. I shivered against him, pleasant goosebumps spreading out from the kisses against my neck and throat. My nipples were so hard, so sensitive, that even the touch of my clothing seemed too much, not enough, almost abrasive in its lack of sensual intent.
A tingle coursed over my arms, shoulders, and torso, and then I sucked in a stunned breath at the cool kiss of air where my tunic and armor had covered my skin just seconds earlier. I glanced down at my body and did a double take—I was naked from the waist up.
A soft thud drew my attention to the side, where Aziel had just casually dropped my tunic and armor.
I yanked my gaze back to his face. “Did you just summon my clothes off my body?”
He looked positively roguish, the sly smile upon his mouth completely unrepentant. “Not all of them.” He tugged at the waistband of my pants.
“I didn’t even know we could do that!”
Narrowing my eyes, I held one hand out to the side and focused on calling his armor to me. Nothing happened. His clothes stayed disappointingly on his body.
He grasped my hand and pressed it to the wall next to my head, then leaned in and nipped at my lower lip. “I’m not part of this territory, love. You won’t be able to summon items that belong to me.”
“Well, I’m not part of your territory either, so how did you just?—”
“My mighty seraph powers,” he purred against my lips.
I frowned. “But Naamah is a seraph, too, and she can’t summon things that belong to others. How?—”
My question ended in a moan as Aziel dipped his head and swirled his tongue around one of my nipples and then sucked on it. All thoughts and further inquiries fled my mind at the sinfully pleasurable thing he was doing and the flood of sensation it shot through my body. He kneaded my other breast with his free hand, tweaking my nipple, causing even more arousal to pool between my legs. The way he kept grinding the hard length of his erection against the very spot that was aching so sweetly made me gasp for air.
Oh, God, I was going to come undone, and he hadn’t even taken off my pants yet.
One more hard push against my core, and stars exploded behind my eyes. A tidal wave of pleasure ravaged through me, my head falling back against the wall as a strangled moan escaped me. He continued to rock against me, encouraging my climax to ebb and flow in increasingly smaller tremors of aftershocks.
My wings trembled, still smooshed between my back and the wall, and I magicked them away.
“No.” A rough demand, his eyes glowing as he came up from where he’d lavished his attention on my breasts. “Keep them out,” he added in a gentler tone.
I took a shaky breath and leaned into him to make more room behind my back again, then brought my wings forth once more.
Holding me to him with one arm slung around my waist, he lifted his other hand and reached behind me. His fingers brushed against the upper arch of my wing, and the sensation almost made my knees buckle. Eyes alight and focused on my face, he closed his hand around the arch—and squeezed.
“Oh, my fucking God!” I cried out, spasming under the influence of a new orgasm triggered by the explicitly erotic effect of the touch on my wing.
Holy shit.
Holy.
Shit.
