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She lightly gripped his arm. “Sarid? Lie down?”

“Yes.” He kept his gaze on her beautiful face and lowered to the bed.

With her mouth on him, his concerns were pushed to the background. Heavenly Creator, this he could do. He plunged his tongue between her plump lips. Drew back to suck her lower lip into his mouth, biting softly.

Her hands fell to his chest and she pushed against him. “You’re distracting me, again.”

“Maybe that’s a good idea.” Sarid reached for her, pulling her down on him. She fell onto his chest, their legs tangling. His erection slipped against her wetness. He froze.

Asjhone moaned, then bit it off when her gaze met his. Concern flared two seconds before she lowered her head and brushed her mouth over his. “Go ahead. Distract me.”

“What?” He was nestled against her . . . against her.

His heart pounded so hard, Asjhone had to feel it. Then his cock twitched, pushing itself more against her. Stupid dick.

She didn’t move above him. Was as frozen as he was.

It was so warm in between her legs. Easily could remember the heat on his mouth when he licked her like she was the best ice cream in the world. He held in a groan at the memory. His cock wept one single drop.

“What are you thinking?”

Sarid knew what his dick was thinking. It wanted a taste of the ice cream. And Holy Creator, help him, he wanted it to have that taste.

Was this okay? Should he?

Was the pastor right?

Should he be thinking of the
choghen
right now?

Was that weird?

Yes, of course, it was weird. Who brought a pastor into bed with them?

He was a mess.

Why would someone as sweet as Asjhone want him?

“Sarid, what are you thinking?”

“Ice cream,” he said then realized what he spoke and focused on her puzzled frown.

“You’re . . . hungry?”

He cupped the back of her head and did what he did best over the centuries. Ignored his cock’s wishes. “Yes. Very much so.” He brought her lips to his and took his fill.

She met his tongue stroke for stroke. Moans filled the room. His. Hers.

But what Sarid should have expected having spent hours worshipping his angel’s body, was that she didn’t sit still. When aroused, her body acted on its own accord.

Her hips moved against him as her tongue met his.

What surprised him, was his own hands gliding down her bare back to clutch her pert ass cheeks. Not to still, either, but help her along. Ten seconds too late, he realized that wasn’t a good idea. Was actually falling right into his cock’s hands. If it had hands. Then he was coming. He broke off in a half-gasp, half-grunt as an orgasm shot straight up his shaft and coated his and Asjhone’s stomach with warm stickiness.

She lifted slightly to gaze down, then her eyes met his, lips quirking. “Well that wasn’t really what I had in mind, but as I said, you have a way of distracting me.”

He laughed. Couldn’t help it. It was long, hard, shoulders shaking, stomach aching. Couldn’t ever remember a time he’d laughed like that.

Asjhone sat low on his stomach, arms folded under her chest, pushing her breasts out, one eyebrow lifted. “I’m glad I amuse you.” Then she glanced at the fluid on his stomach. Ran her finger through it. The last chuckle died on his lips when she placed her finger between her lips.

She caught him staring. “Maybe I’m hungry, too.”

He growled low in his throat and rose up so swiftly, she startled, hands falling to his shoulders to catch herself. He clasped her waist, pulled her against him. Her playful expression morphed to heated desire.

“Do that again.” Her voice had deepened, almost purred. “Growl for me.”

He did as was bidden.

“God, do you know what that does to me?”

Yes. He could feel it. Her wetness coated his cock that was already hardening again.

Was he going to do this?

It was the demon stopping him in the past. Right now that fear was sleeping somewhere inside him. Like a baby rocked to sleep. Safe and content with Asjhone’s scent and touch.

His own nerves and fear held him back now. What was he scared of? There wasn’t a Master waiting to punish him for touching forbidden property.

So, what was he waiting for?

“Lift up for me,” he commanded. She did without hesitation, placing her knees on the bed, rising so her head was above his and he had to tilt to look up at her.

“I’m on the pill,” she said.

“What?”

“Birth control. I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.” She paused. “There hasn’t been anyone in a long while.”

She already knew there hadn’t been anyone at all for him. But that thought didn’t help calm his nerves, so he pushed it away.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I’m sure I want this with you.”

She lowered her hand, gripped his cock. He sucked in a breath as she tightened her hold, positioned him, then slowly sank. Inch by inch. No words could describe the feeling of his dick being swallowed by her tight, super tight, wetness.

He imagined it over the centuries. Visualized in his head from Gabe’s descriptions. Had tighten his grip when he took care of his own urges, pretending it was a female. Nothing compared.

Halfway in Asjhone sucked in a breath. Winced. He grabbed her waist. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She lowered more, another grimace.

He frowned, clasped her tighter, seconds away from pulling her off of him, when she plunged down, encasing him completely. A whimper escaped from her lips, and he couldn’t stop the low groan from his.

Completely surrounded by her heat.

Was it always like this? Like heaven on earth. No wonder Gabe couldn’t shut up about it. Then his focus was on Asjhone. She was tense above him, head lowered so he couldn’t see her expression.

He raised her chin with his finger. Searched her face but didn’t get anything. There was no trace of the pleasure he’d seen moments before.

“What’s the matter?”

She shook her head. Smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

He began to lift her but she stopped him, hands on his shoulders. “Wait. Don’t. I just want to . . . sit here for a moment. Okay?”

He released his tight grip and she settled back down on him.

A shudder shot up his spine. Sparks. Heat. Greater intensity. He ignored it, gaze on Asjhone. She’d closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip, expression carefully blank.

“Does it hurt?” He dragged his thumb over her bottom lip until she let it go. Then soothed the spots her teeth had made.

“No,” she said, but buried her face into his shoulder. Her sniffle was quiet, probably wouldn’t’ve heard it if he was just a Follower.

He lost his erection and all thoughts of pleasure vanished. His arms tightened around her and he twisted until she lay on the bed, he braced on his arms above her. Her eyes were down casted. He brushed the hair off of her face and swept his mouth over her cheek, nose, forehead, then gently on her mouth.

“Tell me what I did wrong,” he said.

She covered her face with her hands. “It’s not you.” Her words were muffled, but he understood them.

He pulled her hands away, heart lurching at the sight of tears on her cheek. When he wiped them away, more pooled.

“Angel, please. Tell me what I did. How to fix it. Don’t do this.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. “Just hold me.”

He obeyed instantly, turning until they were on their sides, her head against his chest.

“I’m being silly. It’s stupid really.”

“Nothing you ever feel could be stupid.” He kissed the top of her head. “There was pain,” he said, after a moment.

“At first.”

“Is that normal?” If it was, he was tucking his dick back into his pants and never letting it out again.

“It’s been seven years since I . . . The first time since I had Keandre. Felt like I was a virgin all over again.” She inhaled deep, wiped her cheeks, then finally looked at him. “But that wasn’t really it. It was overwhelming and unexpected, well, not really unexpected, but the overwhelming part of it was.” She shook her head. “Like I said, silly. I didn’t feel that way at all when you were touching me earlier. I’m sorry. This was supposed to be about you and—”

He placed his finger over her lips. “No, this was about us. And if one of us isn’t feeling it then it was time to stop.” Sarid placed a kiss on her lips. “This was also the first time since your husband?” Asjhone. With another man. Emotions surged. The demon stirred. Sarid stamped down the jealousy. This was about Asjhone. Her happiness. Not his.

“Yes, but I don’t want to think about him.” Her fingers trailed over the scars on his cheek. “I want to be here with you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.” She smiled, threw a leg over his, inched closer.

His cock immediately thickened as if it’d been listening to the conversation and suddenly thought this was the go-ahead signal.

“I want to be with you.”

Okay, so his dick wasn’t far off the mark. “Are you sure? Because—”

“Yes. Absolutely. Just needed a minute.” She pushed her hips against him and he fell closer to her entrance.

They both sucked in a breath.

Sarid cupped her face, studied her expression. Wanted to make sure she wasn’t doing this for him. Didn’t want her to regret it. He knew if what came next was even close to what already occurred, he wouldn’t regret one second of it.

“I’m ready for this connection with you,” she said. “I never realized trust came in many forms. Not just about my secrets or my heart, but also with my body. And I’m ready to give that to you.” She thrust gently, sliding across his erection.

Pleasure rippled through him. He gritted his teeth. “If it hurts again, I’m stopping. I’ll take enjoyment in finding other ways to make you come.”

Her gaze turned molten and her voice was thick with need when she spoke next. “Deal.” She rolled onto her back. When Sarid moved over her, she spread her legs. Rolled her hips. Her wetness stroked him. Hands on the back of his head, she drew his mouth to hers.

Kisses were soft. Tender. Loving. Then as Asjhone’s hips moved faster, the kisses grew hotter. Harder. Sarid dove his tongue into her mouth. Asjhone closed her lips over his tongue and sucked gently, moving her head back and forth over the tip. His hips matched her pace and he thickened even more.

Her chest rose and fell against him. “Now, Sarid. I want you inside me now.”

He trailed his mouth down her jaw, neck, chest. Sucked a nipple into his mouth. His hand traveled down her stomach, through the curls to cup her entrance. Juices coated his fingers instantly and he pushed his finger inside her.

“Yes,” she moaned, arching her back, pushing more of her perfect breast into his mouth. He dragged his finger out of her tight wetness then pushed two inside her.

“Oh, God. Sarid. I need you. Now. Please.”

He kneeled between her legs, grabbed a hold of his cock, placed the head at her entrance, and paused. Her lips were parted. She spread her legs farther, lifted her hips slightly. He pushed inside, examining her every reaction. Halfway through, with her walls squeezing him, he had to stop. Wait until he was under control before continuing forward.

Asjhone’s breath hitched. He stopped again. “Pain?”

She shook her head. “More.”

He gave his angel what she wanted. Slowly. Inch by inch until he was seated fully inside her again. Body braced on his elbows, he withdrew then plunged all the way back in. Asjhone groaned. A similar noise left his mouth, unable to believe the sensations flowing through him. His cock pulsed inside her. Beyond ready to come. When control was his, he thrust again.

Again. Again.

He gritted his teeth. “Is this okay?”

Her answer was unintelligible, but the pleasure on her face, the way she met each stroke with a tilt of her hips, the way her nails dug into his upper back. She was feeling more than okay.

Suddenly the slow, careful speed wasn’t possible anymore and instinct took over. He moved faster. Sensations reached a new level. The pounding of his heart vibrated through his whole body. His own moans mixed with Asjhone’s as if they were in a tunnel and the sounds an echo. Waves started at the base of his spine and increased in intensity. His balls tightened.

It was too soon. He couldn’t come yet. He was unable to slow down.

Then Asjhone screamed his name. And a vise was around his cock. Ecstasy charged through him as his own orgasm poured into her.

When his head cleared he rolled on his back, dragging her until she lay half on top of him. His heart still pounded, lungs desperate for air. “That was . . . that was . . .”

“I know,” she said, smiling.

Chapter 34

Asjhone’s whole body tingled. That was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. Totally topping the previous however many Sarid had given her earlier. And the man was a virgin. Well, technically, not anymore. What would it be like when he was experienced? Absolutely mind-blowing. Probably passing-out levels. She chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

When she lifted her head, he caressed the side of her face, brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. Between his touch and expression, her body was growing liquid again. She sat up. Cold air brushed against her skin. Goosebumps broke out and her nipples hardened.

Sarid covered a breast with his hand. “You are cold.”

Her mouth parted slightly as he caressed her. If he kept that up, she wouldn’t have to worry about the temperature in the room anymore. When he rose to sit next to her she thought—okay, hoped—he was going to replace his hand with his mouth, but instead he leaned behind her, grabbed his shirt off the chair. “Here.”

“Thank you.” The shirt fell over her head and his scent filled her nostrils. Lovely. He might not get this back. Once the fabric was in place, she caught his gaze. The look on his face made the breath catch in her throat. “Do you like this?” Her voice was low.

“Yes. Surprisingly, so.”

The heat in his eyes made it difficult to think and, really, why was that important right now. She pressed her mouth on his. He growled and just like that, she was ready for round two. “God, do I love it when you make that sound.”

Goosebumps were back, but it had nothing to do with the cold. Sarid had moved to her neck, a spot he seemed to favor. He nuzzled, licked, sucked, and gently bit. Her toes curled. “Seriously, how do you make me want you so much?”

He raised his head, face softening as he brushed a piece of hair off her cheek. “I have wondered the same.”

Her chest bubbled with emotion, so much she was almost unable to speak. “I love you.”

“And I, you.” He kissed the spot between her eyebrows. Under her right eye. Above her lip. Near her ear. She was giggling when he placed his lips on the spot under her chin.

“What is this from?” He traced his tongue over the deep scar.

Suddenly the cold in the room was noticeable again. She stilled.

He drew back. She could feel his gaze on her, but didn’t look at him.

“What happened to your chin, Asjhone?” His tone was gentle, but the manner in which he spoke demanded an answer.

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “It was from a piece of glass. I should’ve gotten stitches, but . . . didn’t. No big deal.”

His hand lifted and she flinched, unable to stop it. He froze.

The room fell silent. Her eyes traced the pink and yellow flowers on her sheets.

“Tell me about your husband. He was in the military?”

She sucked in a breath. Didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry he died. That must’ve been hard for you.”

She bit her lip.

“How old was Keandre when he died?”

“Keandre wasn’t born yet.” She said quickly, then lifted her head. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

He studied her face. “All right.”

To avoid continued scrutiny, she wrapped her arms around him, laid her head on his shoulder. Her muscles relaxed when his arms tightened around her. “I just want to be here,” she said softly. “With you.”

His reply wasn’t immediate. “Then this is where we’ll be.”

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