Page 37 of Light

He broke their kiss, leaning back. “Has your mother told you anything about the act of lovemaking?”

She shook her head, brushing a dark curl from her face. “No.”

His eyebrows drew together. “It will hurt.”

She slid her wetness along his warm length, groaning. “I don’t care. I need you.”

A dimple formed on his cheek as a lopsided grin appeared on his face. “My light is bold. As you should be.” My perfect match.

She had only a moment to consider his words—he’d called her that before, his light, but never aloud—before he was sliding back and something hard pressed against her opening.

He watched her face, moving slowly as he slid inside. There was a pressure, something holding him back, then a sharp pain. He was going deeper, so deep she was sure he would puncture some vital organ if he didn’t stop, but the pain was quickly being replaced by a feeling of bliss her mind couldn’t form words for, and her soul began to sing with the rightness of their joining.

He pressed a kiss to her lips and she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She slid her tongue between his lips and sucked his top lip into her mouth, tasting him, devouring him, wanting to be in this moment forever.

Then, the hard length of him pulled back slowly, creating glorious friction between her thighs. All her focus zeroed in on that feeling. He was pulling out of her, pulling away, and she opened her mouth to protest, but just as she did, he pushed inside her again, faster this time. Her core pulsed.

He was moving in and out, and her hips were moving with him, acting of their own accord. The pulsing intensified, and her stomach tightened again. His lips found hers once more as he moved inside her at such a delicious pace that every part of her body felt hot and ready to burst.

Something in her chest exploded, and the room lit with a soft blue hue. Her stomach burned, her thighs ached in the best possible way, and the room was a beautiful shade of azure.

“Gabriel,” she moaned as he continued to move, making her see stars.

She released his neck and fell back on the bed, gazing at his blue-rimmed wings. “You’re on fire,” she said dazedly, the aftershocks of an earthquake still rippling through her body.

Gabriel dropped his head into her shoulder, biting her skin gently. It was the tiniest sting, but it sent a new round of pleasure rippling through her.

Adalaide pressed a hand to his cheek.

He looked up, meeting her gaze. Her chest warmed at the pure, contented elation on his face.

“I’m not sure if that’s normal,” she said, pointing a finger at his flame-rimmed wings.

He glanced over a shoulder and chuckled. The reverberation of his laugh traveled all the way down the length of his still-hard arousal and made her tingle where it vibrated inside her.

“You set me on fire.”

“What?”

Chapter 26

Adalaide

Gabriel propped himself on his elbows, meeting her stare. “You fed me your fire magic, and as our magic is one, I absorbed it.”

Adalaide pressed a hand against his sweat-slicked chest. It was good to know he could sweat, at least. He certainly never seemed dirty or hungry or any of the other human inconveniences she found obnoxious.

Her brow furrowed.

“Witches are the offspring of seraphim. Even though you are of Dina’s line, my soul powers your magic. Our magic, like our soul, is one.”

“You’re saying magic is powered by an angel’s soul?”

“More or less.”

“And although I have Jophiel’s blood in my veins, because we share a soul, it’s your magic I wield?”

He leaned in, letting his lips rest on hers. “I knew you were clever,” he said against her mouth.

---