Page 39 of Torn Between Two Worlds

Her voice was waving as she spoke to him. “You're right, though, something happened. I wanted to get a new Guardian so we could learn each other without the stupid notion that we were only doing it because of the bond the guy in the trench coat told you about.” She squeezed her eyes shut, and the tears fell.

She forced her eyes open and grabbed onto his face. “Look at me, Stryder.”

His eyes opened, still filled with black and soulless.

“I love you, Stryder. It scares the shit out of me and confuses me beyond all belief because I feel like it’s so very wrong. We can't possibly be meant to be together. It's insane that we ever met. But this feels complete.”

His eyes changed then. The black swirled out, and the glowing blue was there, looking directly at her. His fangs didn't retract, but she felt like his nails did, as they were no longer biting into her arm.

He spoke so quietly, she wasn't certain she heard him right.

“Do. You. Mean. It?”

She nodded, dismayed that he had every right to ask. “I do. I don't know what I'm going to do with that knowledge, Stryder. Not yet, since I only realized it about three minutes ago. But I do. I love you.”

His voice was loud, “I love you, Ciara. I have loved you since the moment I felt the connection. When I'm done with you, no one will have conflicting emotions about anything.”

He didn't give her any time to process his words. He honestly couldn't have with the fucking erection he was rocking. He should love her slowly, tenderly. They hadn't done that yet, and he owed it to her. After a moment like that, he owed her the fucking moon and the sun and better throw in every fucking star in the sky too. He was shaking with need, though. He couldn't do slow. He needed to possess her, to mark her as his. His body had pressed hers into the wall again, his mouth kissing a trail down her neck. His large hands shoved her shirt up and over her head, but only bothered to shove her bra up around her neck. When his mouth covered her nipple, she moaned out.

“Close, sweetheart, but that's not my name, and I promise you, you will be screaming it.” His mouth went back to work on one nipple while his hand massaged the other. He loved the way her skin tasted like vanilla. Her hands pulled the zipper on his jeans down and were working on pushing the denim off when he scooped her up and somewhat gracefully walked over to the bed and dropped her down. She started to complain, but he pulled off his shirt, and she stopped short. Her breath caught in her throat as he smirked at her and quickly jerked the pajama bottoms and the ridiculous underwear she was wearing to her ankles before crawling up her body.

His hands trailed up her, warm and inviting. They ran over her hips and massaged her chest before snaking their way back down her body. He slid them over her clit, and she whimpered. He smirked and kissed her. Her hand wrapped around his hard length, barely able to close, and began to stroke him up and down as a finger slipped inside her folds. His groan of pleasure mingled with her own. She whimpered again and started to ride his finger as he added a second, his cock hardening even more at how wet she was.

“Stryder,” she whispered his name as he scissored his fingers in her heat.

“That's still not a yell, sweetheart.” He chuckled, loving the way her hips bucked and her body rode his fingers.

He was tiring of the foreplay, he wanted to be inside her, but not until she came first. His fingers moved faster in and out of her. Her hips slammed down on him, and her mewling and moans of pleasure filled the roam while his groans mixed with hers. Her hands switched from stroking his cock to massaging his balls. When his name tore from her throat, he was dizzy with pleasure.

When she stood and walked to the end of the bed, he naturally turned with her. She sank to her knees before him, and with no hesitation, wrapped her mouth around his cock and slid him in her mouth. He was so big and thick, he stretched her jaw, he liked it. As she sucked him like a candy cane, her tongue trailed slightly behind her lips.

“Gods, Ci, fuck.”

His hips were thrusting fast into her mouth, and his hands had gripped her hair, pulling her toward him and making it, so his cock was never really out of her lips. His growl filled the room, and his release filled her mouth. She sucked him until the last drop and pulled back, licking her lips.

“I can give as good as I get.”

He smirked and tugged her back up him, letting her body slide over his still erect cock. His hands wrapped around her waist, and he pushed her toward the bed, crashing her onto it belly down. She knew what he wanted and pressed her hands and knees into the mattress, pushing her pert backside toward him, inviting him to take what was his.

His hands wrapped around the sides of her ass his erection pressed against her, and he leaned his body down before whispering in her ear, “And I can give it better.”

He pushed at her entrance with his cock, making her rock on her hands and knees to try to take him in more. He chuckled, and she moaned his name, encouraging him to go. He smacked her butt lightly before pushing his head inside her folds. She pushed back down on him, and at the same time, they both made a noise. Her body began to thrust and rock, and his body began to as well.

Their bodies slapped together as their sounds of pleasure filled the room. His mind was a cloudy fog, and all he could think of was Ciara reaching her climax. He slammed in and out of her, feeling when she went over. His name rang out between them as he pulled out and slammed her onto the bed on her back before driving back into her fast and hard until the tendons in his neck were tight with his own moan of release. She lay beneath him, both of them dazed and pleased for what felt like hours before he pulled out of her.

Rolling over, he tugged her to his chest and kissed her head. “I love you, Ciara.”

She kissed his chest and smiled up at him. “And I love you, Stryder. So much it scares me.”

He was leaning his face down to kiss her again when he felt a summoning, a call to do Heaven or Hell's bidding. “You've got to be fucking kidding me.” He groaned as the all too familiar voice of an angel filled his head, telling all four of the Horsemen the balance was in danger of tipping and that they were needed.

“What's wrong?” She sat up, tugging the blanket to her chest, and he almost laughed at her sudden modesty. He raised a hand, indicating for her to be quiet. He needed to hear what was going on. Angels got a bit testy if they needed to repeat themselves.

When he had heard everything he needed, he kissed her deeply, ingraining her taste and feel into his brain. “Remember when I told you that sometimes we can be summoned if the balance was tested between normal life and Apocalypse life, that the combination of angel and demon blood made us do the bidding of both sides when the balance was tipped?”

She nodded.

“Apparently, we've reached that point in someone's book, and I need to go. How that happened or how they reached me here, fuck if I know, and I'm sure I'll never find out. I'm hoping it only works if another one like you reads it and not just every fucking time this book is read,” he gestured and hoped she knew he wasn't insulting her. “But I know that if I don't go, we lose, and hell breaks loose. It's just the way it is, something strong enough to test the balance, it requires all four of us to put back.” The look on her face ripped into him.

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