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And that thought made another wave of fizzy happiness roll through me.
I made my way outside, dodging more advances by angels drawn to me by my blissed-out attitude, climbed the opposite building once more to get help with launching into the air, and then took off.
The wind felt like a caress underneath my wings, the pressure and brush of each gust reminiscent of the way Aziel had touched them. Good Lord, I’d never be able to fly again without getting inappropriately aroused.
By the time I landed in front of the waterfall again, I was so high-strung that I needed to take a moment to catch my breath and calm down my boiling desire, lest I jumped Aziel the second I entered the cave. He was still bound to the favor he owed Naamah, which meant we needed to use our time in the cave for actual training exercises…in addition to exercising each other in a wholly different way.
My arousal successfully reduced to simmering, I finally rounded the bend behind the waterfall.
I’d taken but a single step inside the cave when I was pushed against the wall, Aziel having moved so fast I hadn’t seen him coming. His hands framing my face, he claimed my mouth in a kiss that fanned the barely banked flames of my lust into a blazing inferno.
I made a desperate, hungry sound against his lips and grabbed the front of his armor-covered tunic, sinking into the kiss and giving as good as I got.
Several rapid, gasping breaths later, I managed to get some words in. “I thought—we should have—started with the training?”
His thumbs stroked over my cheeks as he nibbled on my lower lip. “Not when you walk in here smelling like you doused yourself in arousal.”
Oops.
“But we should definitely train,” I said, suppressing a moan when he trailed kisses down to my neck. “You’ll get in trouble with the favor you need to pay if you don’t actually teach me to fight.”
It wasn’t so much that I was super keen on training—to be quite honest, my goal of moving up the ranks seemed suddenly inconsequential compared to pursuing the blazing hot thing between me and Aziel and seeing how many of those dreams might come true. I totally wouldn’t mind if we spent every single minute of our time together here getting to know one another, physically and beyond.
But I didn’t want him to face problems because of me.
He paused with his lips against my throat. “Right,” he said with a strange note in his voice. “The favor.”
“Did you just forget the very reason you came here in the first place?” I asked with a surprised laugh.
He straightened to meet my gaze, his fingers brushing gently against my jaw. “Can you blame me,” he asked, his voice an intimate murmur that stroked me in all the places already primed for his touch, “when I found a better reason to be here, and that reason erases all thoughts and obligations?”
I bit my lip, warmth buzzing in my chest. He’d just echoed my own feelings on the matter, signaling that we were very much on the same page. What had started as a pragmatic acquaintance had turned into an unforeseen—on his part, hehe—entanglement.
“We can train later,” he went on, his eyes flashing. “For now, I need to take off your pants, spread you wide, and lick up every last drop of you before your scent drives me to insanity.”
I clenched my legs against the near-violent throb of desire at his crude words.
“Okay,” was all I got out, my voice breathless.
The next second, I found myself sans pants, courtesy of yet another summoning. My boots followed a moment later, and Aziel tossed all of it carelessly over his shoulder. The whisper of air against my legs and my most private parts, dripping wet with my need, made me shiver despite how heated my skin felt.
Carnal intent hardening his features, he leaned in and brought his mouth to mine in a demanding kiss while his fingers brushed against the inside of my thigh. I jerked at the touch, whisper-soft though it might be, unaccustomed to the sensation of someone else stroking me there. I’d felt it in a dream, yes, but experiencing it in real life was a different matter. It sent a shock wave of sensation through me, the arousal pulsing in my core gaining an edge.
On and on he kissed me, plundering my mouth and making sure I fell deeper into the feel of him, all while that teasing dance of his fingers skated ever closer to the apex of my thighs. My breathing turned ragged.
Instead of going straight up and touching my slick folds, though, he slid his hand in a wide arc around the center of my need, over my hip and to my belly—only to arrow down from there. A single, targeted finger glided with heavy pressure over my clit, and I careened into an orgasm.
I uttered a helpless moan, clutching his neck for purchase as he slid that finger lower, circled it around my entrance, and then pushed it inside me while shoving the base of his palm against that tight bundle of nerves that was still pulsing with aftershocks from the climax seconds ago.
Writhing against him, I came again, losing myself in the spiral of pleasure.
When my mind returned to normal once more, I realized he’d divested me of my tunic and armor again in the meantime and was tugging me forward with his hand grasping mine. With a soft whoosh, an entire bed-sized cushion appeared on the floor behind him.
He must have summoned it from his home territory—like Naamah, he was apparently able to call objects to him that weren’t physically in the domain he was currently in. Another sign of his immense power.
At my raised brows, he said, “Someone mentioned something about sitting on my face.”
And with a wicked grin, he let himself fall backward onto the cushion, pulling me along with his grasp on my hand. A squeak escaped me as I tumbled down with him.
