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With teeth-gritting control, I moved inside her, taking care to keep my thrusts measured, slow, giving her time to get used to the feel of me sliding in and out of her tight sheath. I’d make this experience the most pleasurable it could be for her, my own need be damned. We’d have a million more opportunities to come together hard and fast, but for this, for her first time, I’d keep this unhurried, letting her set the pace.
She writhed against me, rolling her hips and uttering an impatient little sound. Her power—that sweet, enthralling energy of hers, so much stronger now that she was an angel, threaded with the light of divinity—tangled with mine, and that celestial spark that had seeded my angel heritage responded in kind, both of our energies touching and intermingling in a way that threatened to rob me of breath.
If only that demon side of me didn’t also threaten to take over.
It reared up, agitated like never before, tearing at the reins I kept on it. That darkness pulsed in my core, stirred by the presence of Zoe’s angel powers, wanting to emerge and break through my hold.
I battled it the fuck down, wrangling it into submission with an iron force of will.
I would not lose control.
Zoe ground against me again, her voice breathy as she said, “Harder.”
Fuck. Her whispered plea eroded my good intentions, and with a low growl, I dipped my head and lightly bit at her throat, a concession to the dark need coiling within me. Then I withdrew from her slick core, slamming right back in.
Pleasure shuddered through me at the feel of her, at the way her inner muscles trembled around my cock. Her throaty moan sent a lick of lust down my body, and her energy vacillated with what I knew were the stirrings of an impending orgasm.
When she undulated against me again, pleading without words, I dared to drive harder into her, faster, letting loose a little more of my pent-up need. Now that she was an angel, I couldn’t read her stray thoughts anymore, which had made it easy to tailor my actions to what she needed and wanted, but I found I could read her body well enough to respond to her.
The rougher I took her, the more she urged me on, clinging to me, open and giving in a way that fed all my darker instincts, the need to possess her, to mark her, to bind her to me so that nothing would ever dare tear us apart again. Her breathy moans stoked my lust, each whisper of hers an acceptance of my claim, the touch of her power holding a possessive note as well.
With a need bordering on despair, I kissed her, wanting to devour her in all the ways she’d let me, my body and soul starved for her touch, her taste, her warmth. Endless days I’d spent without her, and the only thing that had kept me from tumbling into an abyss of darkness never to return had been the hope of seeing her again, of being able to recover her memories…of bringing her home.
My control frayed at the edges.
I had her, and yet I didn’t. She was in my arms, welcoming me into her body, she was giving me all she had, and still she wouldn’t remember.
My fingers tightened on her hips, dark emotions roiling deep inside me.
I breathed past the surge of my demon nature, past the frustration of meeting her every day for days on end, hoping to see that fucking wall inside her crumbling, only to witness her lack of response to yet another reenacted memory. To have her look at me with eyes that held only the knowledge of me she’d gained over the past week.
Leaving me gazing upon the graveyard of our shared past, buried deep inside her.
Hurt spread through me like acid in my blood. On feet of oily gloom, doubt crept up on me, those whispers of uncertainty that I’d managed to chase away for years. What if she’d never remember? What if the Zoe I’d known, the woman I loved, was forever gone, and my memory of our shared past would one day fall prey to the ravages of time?
The bleakness of that thought ate at my mind with rapacious ferocity, plunging my soul into darkness. My demon power inside me trembled like some wild beast whose chains were breaking.
With effort, I shoved that feeling away, tightened the leash on my dark power, and fought my demon nature down with the same force I’d squash an adversary in a real battle. I’d never thought I’d one day have to use my own strength against myself, but it took all I had to subdue my demon heritage once more—all without showing the strain.
I focused on Zoe again, on the feel of her, the way she gave herself to me, how she offered what she had, with a newfound love that I’d earned. This woman in my arms was no stranger, she was still Zoe, and she’d fallen for me again, even without knowing who I’d been to her in her previous life. That had to count for something, and shame on me for not appreciating the blessing that was right in front of me in favor of chasing the dream of our past. I could have lost her forever; instead, I’d been given a second chance with her.
As long as she was alive, there was a possibility that she’d recover her memories, and I’d latch on to that hope. Until then, I’d worship her the way she was now, cherishing every second together.
She was mine, and I’d never let her go again, no matter what.
I ground into her, relishing how she submitted to my claim, how she clutched me to her as I took her with raw need fueling my every move. Feral hope and fierce determination powered my thrusts, as if I could break through that wall that kept her from me by sheer physical force.
I’d get her back. And if it took a lifetime, I’d make her remember. I’d fight for her, for us, to my very last breath, until my heart stopped beating, and I’d carry our memories, the knowledge of our past, for the both of us until she looked at me once more with recognition lighting her eyes.
Her power sharpened, oscillating as she neared her climax. I made sure to rub her clit as I rammed into her, and it pushed her over. She came with a helpless cry, her inner muscles grabbing me tightly, massaging my cock, and cranking my own arousal up to a near-painful pressure.
I let go and sought my own release with several hard, fast thrusts, and when my orgasm fired through me, obliterating all tension and blanking my mind, I heard her soft murmur.
“Aziel,” she said, speaking the name I’d given her instead of the one she’d once known.
With the relief from my climax having loosened all my shackles, even the ones I’d needed to keep tight, I was helpless in the face of the sudden surge of my darker nature. Several things emerged and tangled together at the same time—my mounting frustration at not being able to make her remember yet, the powerful relief I’d found in her body, my fear of her never recovering her memories, my still-raging need to have her back, the profound love I felt for her regardless of whether she remembered me, the pressure of having to suppress my demon nature—all of it combining to form a powder keg, and her murmured mention of my false name was the spark that lit the fuse.
My demon energy bucked up with explosive force, shattering all my shackles and restraints, and in the instant it started slipping out and charging the air around me—threatening to burn Zoe’s angel skin with the power of Hell—I made the split-second decision to get the fuck away from her.
