Page 43 of Camael
"Don't you dare." Her green eyes blazed with something fiercer than magic as she pulled him back down. "I need this. Need you."
That was all it took. With a growl that shook the walls, he claimed her mouth again. Their clothes hit the floor in record time as need burned through any remaining hesitation. His wings manifested of their own accord. They created a cocoon of white feathers that shut out everything but them.
Her hands on his skin sent electricity through his system that had nothing to do with power and everything to do with how right she felt against him. Each touch, each kiss, each shared breath was a reminder that she was alive. That she was his.
She practically climbed him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Every plan to prepare her fled when he felt her wet core sliding over his erection. Without conscious thought, he slid inside her. It felt like coming home.
Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that drove himcrazy. She was right there with him like they'd been doing this dance for centuries instead of days. Her nails raked down his sides as he drove them both higher. The sounds she made nearly undid him as he showed her exactly how much she meant to him.
"I love you." The words slipped out as he felt her start to tighten around him. They'd been building in his chest since the moment he'd seen her fall at the river. "Don't you ever scare me like that again."
Her cry of completion carried his name and four words that made his ancient heart stop. "I love you, too."
They came together in an explosion of pleasure that stole his breath. He’d never experienced anything like this before in his long life. Camael knew one thing for certain as they lay tangled in the aftermath with her head on his chest and his wings creating a protective shelter. This female was his future. His everything. And Heaven help anyone who tried to take her from him.
"We should probably get up," she murmured after a while, though she made no move to leave his embrace. "Check on how the cleanup's going."
"The others have it handled." He tightened his arms around her, unwilling to let her go just yet. "Right now, all that matters is you getting rest."
She huffed a laugh against his skin. "Is that what we're calling what just happened? Rest?"
"I'm making sure you stay in bed." His smirk probably gave away his intentions. "By whatever means necessary."
Her answering smile was pure sin as she pressed closer. "In that case, Archangel, I think I need a lot more rest." Sparkling green eyes locked onto his, ensnaring him.
A slow, seductive smile curved her lips, and she slid her hands up along the seams where his wings inserted in his back. Her smile turned wicked as she teased him. Herlaughter was a melody that sent a rush of heat through him. “Now that you’ve taken the edge off, we can go slower this time,” she told him.
A groan escaped his throat when her nails skimmed across his chest and over his nipples. “Who said my need has abated?” One of his eyebrows lifted. “It’s going to be hard to be gentle.” Her happiness and pleasure would always be his highest priority. She deserved nothing less.
“Who asked you to be gentle? I need more of you. Now,” Amelia demanded. He couldn’t deny his mate what she wanted.
Camael's mouth went dry as his gaze lowered to her breasts. She was stunning as she lay back on the bed after he’d already fucked her, asking for more. Even rumpled from a fight, she was devastatingly sexy. She bent one knee and reached for his erection.
He shifted his pelvis away from her hands, and they landed on his hips. They roamed up his sides. She lifted her head to press her lips to his. Meeting her halfway, he kissed her deeply. The tension inside him was already unbearable again as he hovered over her. He broke away and began kissing a trail down her neck. His lips tingled as he reached her shoulder. Her soft, panting breaths were intoxicating. Unable to hold back, he ran his tongue over her nipple. He teased the hardened peak. That small contact made him painfully hard.
Returning to her mouth, he captured her lips. She arched against him, making her nipples brush his chest. The contact sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through him. Though his instincts urged him to lose control, he forced himself to slow down. She was still recovering, and he couldn’t forget that again.
“This is torture. I need you inside me,” she begged, arching her back.
Her plea unraveled him. Breaking the kiss, he moved down her body. His lips explored every inch. He lavished attention on her nipples, sucking and licking until her breaths came in quick, desperate gasps. When he reached the apex of her thighs, her scent filled the air and drove him wild. His fingers brushed against her arousal and slid between her folds.
“It might be torture to go slow, but I can’t resist exploring your perfection,” he murmured.
Smiling, she spread her legs. Her wetness glistened in the dim light. That sight obliterated any restraint he had left. “Fuck,” he muttered, unable to look away as he rubbed her clit.
Her hips bucked against his hand, seeking more. Giving in, he pressed harder, his fingers finding her entrance. Her body clenched around him, making him groan. Lowering his head, he pressed a line of kisses to her inner thigh as his thumb circled her sensitive bud. That was all it took for her to cry out his name. Her body shook as her climax took hold.
“Fuck me,” she panted, her voice raw with need.
“Anything you want, love.” Nudging her legs apart, he took in the sight of her. She was fucking perfect. Everything from her bright eyes to the way her arousal shimmered in the light to the inviting curve of her smile stirred his possessive nature.
His cock ached as he ran it along her folds, coating himself in her slick heat. Her hips rose to meet him, her need matching his. “You are my everything,” he whispered. “I want to give you all of me. My Light, my soul, and my heart.”
“Anything, as long as you fuck me,” Amelia urged.
Camael kissed her as he aligned their bodies. With a single, powerful thrust, he filled her a second time in less than an hour. She cried out. Her walls gripped him tightly, and he almost lost himself in the sensation. Like the last time,their movements became a frenzy of need and passion. His wings spread wide as her hands roamed over the feathers. She clung to him. Her nails raked across his back and she spurred him on.
He lost himself in the feel of her and had to hold back his climax. He wasn’t going over without her. He reached between them and started rubbing her clit with precision. In no time, her body convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her. He let go of the tight hold he had on himself and followed her over the edge. Light exploded around them as he poured every ounce of his being into her. Collapsing beside her, he held her close. His heart was nearly pounding out of his chest. He prayed his love and Light would be enough to protect her from the darkness Lucifer was trying to bring to the world.
