Page 22 of Camael
The training room door was open, and late afternoon sunlight spilled across the reinforced floors. Amelia was already there. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail asshe worked through basic forms. The Key hung around her neck and pulsed with power.
She sensed him before he spoke. Her green eyes met his in the mirror that lined one wall. "You're late, Archangel."
"A commander's work is never done." He shrugged out of his leather jacket and dropped it in the doorway. The way her eyes traveled over his black t-shirt threatened to distract him. Shaking his head, he said, "Show me what you've been practicing."
Instead of responding, she let power gather in her hands. Light danced in her right palm while shadow swirled in her left. The two forces twined together with growing confidence. They painted the room in shades of twilight.
"Better," he rumbled as he moved behind her. "But you're still holding back. These powers are part of you. Stop treating them like they might bite."
Her laugh carried an edge of frustration. "Says the male who was born to channel divine energy. Some of us are still learning to juggle forces that shouldn't mix."
"Then let me help." He stepped closer. He was close enough that his chest brushed her back. His hands settled on her shoulders. His thumbs automatically pressed into tension-tight muscles. "Close your eyes. Feel how the energies want to move."
The contact sent awareness shooting through him that had nothing to do with training and everything to do with how right she felt against him. Her breath caught as he let his power flow into her. It steadied her connection to both light and shadow.
"That's it," he murmured as she began to move. Her hands traced patterns in the air that grew more complex with each pass. Light and shadow responded. They wove together like they'd never been separated.
The Key around her neck blazed to life and added itsancient power to the mix. The resulting surge lit up the training room like someone had captured twilight in a bottle. Camael's wings manifested without conscious thought. They spread wide as her magic called to his very essence.
"Holy hell," she breathed as the energies stabilized into something new. Something that hadn't existed since before time learned to crawl. "Is this what it's supposed to feel like?"
"Yes." His voice dropped to a place that made windows rattle. Having her in his arms and channeling power that complemented his own was doing things to him. His lack of control should have terrified him. Instead, it felt right. Inevitable.
She turned in his grip. Those green eyes of hers were dark with possibilities that had nothing to do with training. Her hands settled on his chest, and the power still dancing around her fingers sent electricity straight to his core. "Camael." His name on her lips was both question and answer.
In response, he lowered his head and claimed her lips. The kiss felt like divine lightning meeting mortal flame. His hands tangled in her hair as he claimed her mouth with all the hunger he'd been holding back. She met him with equal passion. She rose on her toes to press closer.
Power surged between them and made the Key pulse against her chest like a second heartbeat. His wings curled forward, creating a cocoon of white feathers that shut out the world. Everything narrowed down to the feel of her in his arms. The taste of her on his tongue. And the way their energies danced together like they'd been made for this moment.
Her hands slid up his chest to lock behind his neck. She pulled him deeper into the kiss. He growled low in his throat as desire shot through him hot enough to rival hellfire. This female made him forget he was one of Heaven's deadliestarchangels. She made him feel things he never dreamed he would.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted her effortlessly. Their bodies were pressed together. The room around them faded. The mansion walls were replaced by the heat building between them. She gripped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin through his shirt as she pressed her body closer.
"Amelia." His voice was wrecked and shredded like his control. He forced himself to put space between their mouths. Though his hands refused to release her. The male in him needed to know. Was this just battle adrenaline or magical fusion? Or was she genuinely afire for him the way he'd been burning for her. His eyes locked onto hers, searching for any hesitation. "You sure about this?"
Her fingers twisted in his shirt. The fierce certainty in those green eyes of hers hit him harder than celestial steel. That slow smile of hers? It was pure female confidence. The kind that could bring an archangel to his knees.
"You and me?" she breathed against his mouth. "Makes all this Key stuff feel like a backup plan."
Holy hell. Those words reached straight past his warrior's armor and grabbed hold of something he hadn't known he could feel. The truth of them sang through his blood like divine fire. A growl rumbled low in his throat as he captured her mouth again.
This time, with a hunger that left no room for doubt. He pressed her against the wall. The cool surface was a sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies. His hands slid beneath the hem of her damp training top. He paused briefly before tugging it over her head and discarding it on the floor.
Her hands roamed up his back, pulling his shirt with them. Her touch ignited a fire under his skin as he tugged the fabric over his head. When her lips trailed down to his chest,pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to his skin, Camael’s control slipped further.
His palms found her hips, then slid lower to grab handfuls of her ass. The friction of her core grinding against him sent jolts of pleasure through his body. “Amelia,” he rasped. His forehead rested against hers for a brief moment of clarity. “If you want me to stop, say so now.”
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. A sly smile tugged at her lips. “You talk too much.” She reached back and unclasped her bra then let it fall to the ground.
With a growl of approval, he lifted her higher. His lips trailed down to press kisses along the swell of her breasts. Her breath hitched. Her moans became soft and pleading as his mouth closed around one nipple. He teased it with his tongue.
Her legs fell away from his waist. He took the opportunity to slide her pants and underwear down, inch by agonizing inch. His cock jerked in his pants when they fell in a damp heap on the floor. He lifted her and grabbed her butt. She squirmed beneath his touch. Her hands fisted in his hair as she arched into him.
“Do you need something?” he asked in a tease as his fingers trailed between her thighs.
“You wicked angel,” she groaned. “I need you to rub my clit and fuck me.”
Camael’s lips quirked into a faint smile as he shucked his boots and jeans in record time. “How’s this?” he asked as he aligned his body with hers.
