Chapter Ten
Devlin curled his fingers into his palms and squeezed. He wanted to hurt something or someone as he walked away from Evangeline’s place. She rejected him—again. He should take the not so subtle hint and move on. Leave her the hell alone. Yet, for a brief moment when he’d touched her, he’d read the desire in her eyes, saw the tic in her throat. It bled through even though she tried to hide it. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, yet she denied them both. Maybe it was because she really was inexperienced.
He got into his car and sat there, not starting it up and getting the hell away from there, away from her like he should. He understood why she refused to give in, even respected her for it. She wanted someone who worked a safer job, came home every night. One who didn’t come home covered in blood. And she needed a commitment, someone who’d make her promises. He wasn’t the promising kind of guy. She was right about one thing, he lived a dangerous life that would not change. Sooner or later, he’d meet a soulless just a tad faster, a bit more determined to stay alive than he was. But he was damned good at what he did, and his will to survive was strong. Damn it, couldn’t there be just some middle ground for them?
He opened his car door. He’d never even started the engine. It felt all kinds of wrong to leave. They’d talked enough, maybe that was their problem. Maybe they needed to try something else. He knocked on the front door and was surprised when it opened right away. He didn’t say a word, his chest rose and fell while his eyes bored into hers. He saw the raw need in them.
She grabbed his arms and yanked him into her house.
That was all the encouragement he needed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew him down to her. Their lips met and lights blazed behind his closed eyes. She’d kissed him. His mind took flight on a butterfly’s wing, because surely and irrevocably it was gone. Her honeysuckle scent filled his nostrils, her minty flavor coated his tongue. He barely had the presence of mind to shut the door with his foot and pick her up in his arms. He didn’t want to disconnect from her but he had to ask the question, opening his eyes he whispered, “Bedroom?”
She tilted her head a bit. “Straight down the hall, last door on the right.” Her voice was breathy, husky like talking wasn’t something she wanted to do.
He could relate.
Devlin rejoined their lips but kept his eyes open as he strode down the hallway. There were three doors in the hall, two on the right, one on the left. Thank fuck they were all open and the last room on the right looked like a master suite with the king sized bed. Her room was dark, good thing he could see well in the dark, another gift from his mixed blood. Thank you, grandfather, for that. He wasn’t as strong as Samuel, since his father had been the soulless one, but he did have some abilities. They helped to keep him alive.
Stopping at the side of the bed, he released Eva so she could stand, but he never released his mouth from hers. Her tongue licked along the sides of his and he groaned into her mouth. She was all fluid heat. And he lost it.
Devlin pulled her shirt up, releasing their joined lips long enough to yank the material over her head, but in their frenzy to unclothe each other they became tangled. He realized she was pulling the buttons on his shirt apart and pushing it off his shoulders. He managed to get his arms out of the sleeves and returned to her.
His hands wrapped around her tight stomach, his thumb stroking against the edge of the lace bra covering her perfect breasts. Her hands drew his face back down to her warm open mouth. He lost himself inside her moistness. He felt her hands at his stomach trying to unbutton his jeans, and he helped her unzip him. Placing his hand under the zipper to protect his raging erection. He was hard as stone already and ticking with need. He made quick work of getting her out of her leggings. Releasing her only long enough to get them off her legs. She must have already gotten rid of her shoes because they weren’t a problem. He kissed her inner thighs as he stood up. “Are you sure, baby. Please be sure because I won’t be able to stop in a second here.”
Eva sat on the bed, twisting so she could place her legs on the comforter and scooted up on the pillow, waiting for him. “Yes.”
He finished getting out of his jeans in record time. “You are so frigging beautiful. I hurt to look at you.” He did. Every part of him throbbed painfully so, he wanted to be buried inside her for so damn long. Too long. Yet, the wait would be well worth it. He had to take it slowly with her.
He sat down beside her, laying his hands on her thighs. Moving his thumb back and forth on the front of them while she watched him with the glaze of desire heavy in her eyes. “Have you done this before?” He wanted to be sure.
She shook her head and parted her thighs for him. He smiled, as he leaned over her and joined their lips again. She opened her mouth and their tongues tangled together. He groaned and moved one hand down to her hip, squeezing it before moving to place his palm over her pussy. Damn, she was wet for him. Gently, he inserted a finger, moving it slowly in and out of her wet sheath. She stopped kissing him then. Her head leaned back into the pillow and her lips parted. He watched her eyes flutter closed as she moaned while she took in air. Her face was flushed with her pleasure.
Stunning.
He shifted, withdrawing his hand so he could move on her bed positioning himself between her legs. He curled onto his flanks and raised her legs up until they were over his shoulders. Her wet, gleaming, unshaved pussy was right where he needed it. Wanted it to be. Devlin licked his lips then inhaled her as her scent once again invaded every cell in his body. Bringing him to life. His cock jerked reaching toward her pussy. Not yet.
Leaning forward, he buried his tongue at her opening, licking all around her labia then sucking on her clit. His reward was a release of her sweet nectar coating his tongue.
Her body arched to him as she called out his name, “Devlin.”
“Christ, you are so beautiful.” While she was still trembling from him licking and sucking on her clit, he lowered her legs and came to rest over her body. She reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock. She squeezed.
“Fuck yes. Guide me, baby, take us where I need to be, where you need me to be.”
She did, but paused as the head of his cock touched her opening. There was no turning back. Not for him. The time for rational thought was over, only emotion remained. “God yes,” he groaned as he surged forward barely registering a slight barrier before he was buried until his balls were slapping against her skin, and she welcomed him into her warm, wet haven. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop.”
“You feel so damn good. So good.”
“Less talk, more moving,” she panted. “Keep moving.”
“Yes, ma’am.” So he did, he pulled back a bit only to push deeper into her. She raised those long-toned legs and wrapped them around his waist, taking him even deeper inside of her. Her response was primal, instinctual. Dev lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers. Immediately, they parted more for him and her tongue emerged to suckle with his. Their joined flesh circled each other, as his hips swiveled into her core. Filling her with his flesh. Making her his with each stroke and drawing him further down into the abyss that was Evangeline.
“I’m so close. So close to something, Devlin. It’s just out of reach. Can you take me there? Please.”
“Let’s go together.” He grabbed her thighs and positioned them until her legs were pressed up against his chest, opening her even wider for his onslaught. His cock surged forward, going even deeper and with each press, her pussy muscles tightened all around his flesh making his entire body quiver. His balls were heavy, ready to rupture. His body began to move in a frenzy and she moved with him. The sound of their labored breathing echoing throughout the room and they each strove for that pinnacle in each other’s arms. His cock seemed to get harder with each thrust until finally, after an eternity, the heat caught him and he released his cum into her core. Her body trembled beneath him, he could feel her elixir coating his dick, seeping deep into his soul. He could hold back no longer.
Devlin released their lips and tossed back his head, the muscles of his arms corded from the strain of holding back. He let everything go on a shout that was her name, EVANGELINE! Immersing them in rapture. It didn’t occur to him until much later that for the first time in his life, he never sheathed his dick.
Evangeline had been right there with him when he came. Her own body feeding off his, no beginning, no ending. He trembled, she shivered. Her pussy clenched around his dick. His searing heat had her cells swollen, inflamed and feeling oh—so good. She climbed to the top of the tower with him. As his body tensed then surged into her and with her own cry, she came with him. Their fluids mingled together, as their bodies were completely joined. He came into her twice and each time it trigged an answer in her own body. Even now, he continued moving in and out of her, but a slow rhythm, a reflex, a last beat of one not willing to leave its haven, nor did she want him to go yet. This was what making love was about. This connection.
She felt full, sated as if no other man could ever make her feel this way again. But how would she know for sure? That alone made what they had done dangerous. He wasn’t the one for her. How could he be? The ache that put in her heart almost had her crying out in denial. But she wouldn’t think about that now. Couldn’t. That was for another day. Her destiny lay elsewhere. She would just enjoy what they shared tonight, right now, it was all they had. She’d given him the gift of being her first. Tomorrow would come soon enough, as would the continuation of who and what she was, her responsibilities and his. Tonight was for them.
He lowered her legs so they now rested spread on the bed, but he seemed to have a hard time rolling off her. He kept his weight on his elbows, his head resting on the pillow beside her.
She could feel his dick getting softer and she no longer had that quite as full feeling, but he was still large enough, even semi-erect to be noticed. She smiled. Evangeline stroked his back gently; giving them both time to come down from the high their lovemaking had taken them to. No not love, sex. It was too raw to be anything other than just sex. Blow your fucking mind sex, but sex. Nothing like the calm loving emotion she’d always envisioned. An inner voice whispered—liar. She tuned it out.
Rolling off her, Devlin kept his arms around her so they were now lying side by side but facing each other. “It was worth the wait.” His gaze remained fixated on her, daring her to deny him.
She didn’t. “Yes, yes it was. But most things worthwhile are worth waiting for.”
He grinned, and it made his eyes sparkle. “True.”
“And sometimes, you just need to get something out of your system.”
Something about the way she said that had Devlin’s heart slamming against his chest. And not in the good way it had been awhile ago. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She rolled out of his embrace and got off the bed before he could stop her. He’d forgotten how fast she could move. She spoke to him as she moved toward her bathroom, “Thank you. I needed to experience that. It was fun, but I’m going to take a quick shower, I’m a bit sore. Then I’d like to get some sleep. We have another long night tomorrow.” Then she walked into her bathroom.
Son of a bitch! Did she just try to blow him off? Oh, hell no! He shot off the bed and headed straight to the bathroom. The door was unlocked, so he took that as a good sign. The room lay in shadows, the only light was faint and yellow, emanating from beneath the rim of the granite counter top. The shower seemed to be running full tilt, the glass doors were coated with steam, but he could still see the silhouette of her beautiful curves.
His cock had been at rest but as soon as he saw her standing there, blood rushed through his shaft. Within moments, he was again hard enough to drill nails. He grabbed the handle and opened the door. Her back was to him, her head hung under the water, her palms were resting against the tile. He slipped in behind her, placed his hands on her small waist, then slowly glided them down to her hips. He squeezed her gently. Then he moved his leg between hers getting her to spread a bit for him.
He grabbed the bottle of bath wash and poured some of it into his hands. Rubbing his palms together to get them soapy, he wrapped an arm around her torso until he could palm her breast, using the slickness of his hand to massage her tits. When she moaned, he slipped the other hand between her legs and gently caressed around her clit. She spread her legs a bit wider and pushed downward against his hand. Perhaps she wasn’t that sore. Slowly, he stroked two fingers inside her. His soapy hand allowing him to glide easily in and out of her. He cleaned around the folds of her pussy. He loved the panting sounds she made.
Leaning forward, Devlin sucked on her shoulder, she shuddered beneath his touch but tilted her head away, so he could get the best angle to feast on her. The water pounded against their bodies heightening the pleasure channeling back and forth between them. He continued to press against her clit until he felt her body shudder, she moaned and flexed trying to take more of his finger inside of her. He felt the heat of her passion as it coated his fingers. He withdrew and held her against his chest as her body continued to tremble against him. She turned her head slightly and he captured her lips. Her mouth was moist from the water but the inside of her mouth was warm and he immersed himself in her.
Slowly, he took a step back bringing her with him, until he felt the edge of the marble bench in her shower. He released their kiss, sat down, and spread his legs a little. He held his dick as he pulled her down.
“Bend forward slightly away from me,” he instructed her.
She did and flexed her ass, so her pussy was perfectly positioned. Holding onto her hips, he pulled her back onto his cock, his ass clenched as he surged upward into her pussy. She was wet, her muscles tightened around him.
“Damn, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned.
She placed her hands on his legs to balance herself, leaning back on his chest in the reverse cowgirl position and pumped herself up and down on his cock.
“Yeah, ride me baby, ride me.” He held onto her waist, helping her with each thrust.
The water fell, steam built up around them, the heat surrounding him fueling the heat burning inside of him. Their movements became faster. He squeezed her waist tighter moved her faster up and down on his cock. His legs trembled as he surged as far into her as he could go and could hold back no longer. With one final thrust… he detonated inside her.
Adam sat outside on the top stairs in front of his house and stared at the night sky. He couldn’t leave the grounds much these days. Frankly, he didn’t really want to anyway. Nothing out in the world for him, but he could sense the restlessness from one of his charges. He’d be waking up soon. The periods of confinement were becoming shorter and shorter. He didn’t even want to think what that meant.
He turned his head and watched air above his tiled driveway whirl around as though a helicopter was displacing it while landing, but that was no helicopter. He knew what disturbed the air like that. The beat of an angel’s wings. If he could be surprised, he would have been, especially once he realized who made an appearance before him.
“Annalisse.” The first time he’d met her had been in the company of a priest. The night he’d also met Samuel. He initially though her human. A rare mistake. The first one had cost him Eden, and ultimately, his soul. He wondered what this one would cost him? Not that he gave a fuck since he had nothing else to give.
“Greetings, first man.”
He had to blink. Her angelic light, cold fire, was blinding.
“I see you’ve decided to show me your true form. Why the subterfuge the first time?”
She’d subdued that light the last time they’d met. “I needed to be sure not even you could see through to my true form.” And as she spoke she changed. Her wings folded and disappeared, as did her heavenly glow, and she became the young woman who’d been first presented to him less than a year ago.
“Why are you here?”
“I need your help.”
For the first time in ages, the first man felt something in the empty space deep inside where his soul had once resided. A quickening. He would have laughed his ass off, if he could. “Surely, even you realize the irony in that request.” He couldn’t even help himself, much less an angel in good standing.
“Yes, but still I must ask. There is a soulless who I can save.”
Now she had his attention.