“On your back,” he told her, and she obeyed, stretching out on the bed.
She wanted to hold him, to feel his warm, textured skin against her palms as he moved inside her. But she held her tongue. More than that, she wanted to do as she was told.
Maybe it was forbidden, but this was a safe space for her to feel whatever secret feelings she hid normally, and she allowed them free reign.
Without censure. Without shame.
“What do you want, my sunshine?” he asked, crawling over her. Palms planted on either side of her head, he held his body off her, his heavy shaft hanging in the space between them, so close to her dripping center.
She placed a hand on his scaled chest over his heart. He had given her permission to voice her wants, so she did. “I desire you to enter me like this, so I may hold your body close to mine.”
Those golden eyes burned with passion and love. Love for her, as she had for him. In her life of uncertainty, it was the only constant, the one assurance and safety she had, and it meant everything to her.
“And I want to grant your every desire,” he said, and he lowered his body over hers.
Parting her thighs, Shamsiel drew up her legs to make space for him to enter her. This act was forbidden for an angel, even more so with a demon, but she had burned that bridge long ago. And as he sank inside her, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she felt no regret and knew she never would.
She threw her head back and cried out as he filled her, feeling his weight settle over her just as she had wanted. Her palms ran hungrily over the strength in his broad back, the silky feathers of his wings teasing the backs of her hands. His hips started to move, and the same ridges she had stroked with her tongue now stroked inside of her, heightening her pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he said, sliding a hand into her hair and pulling her head back. “My little ray of sunshine.”
He filled her completely, in a way no one but he could do, in a way that went deeper than just their physical bodies. The pressure mounted, and her head spun as she cried out his name, begging for mercy and for more at the same time—
* * *
Sunshine jolted awake,finding herself sitting upright before she was even aware of where she was. Her heart pounded, her skin was electrified, and the fabric of her underwear between her legs was soaked through.
The cave.Its now-familiar walls surrounded her, reminding her where she was and how she’d gotten there. The room was dark, the shutters having been closed over the windows, and the fire burned low enough that it cast only a faint glow.
Her hand lifted to her mouth as the recollection of her dream passed through her mind. How on earth had she come up with such a scenario? Even subconsciously, it was…obscene.
Yes, she felt desire for Raum, she couldn’t deny it, but to have such a startlingly vivid dream that caused her to awaken in a state of maddening arousal… Nothing like that had ever happened to her before.
She recalled the dream feeling of him sinking into her, the stretch and the almost unbearable pressure, and before she knew what she was doing, the hand covering her mouth was sliding down her body into her pants, dipping into the slick soaking her core.
She hadn’t touched herself like this in… She couldn’t remember the last time. Had she ever? Touching her body in the past was clinical, practical. To clean and dress. It was not a vehicle of pleasure, and that had always been fine with her. An angel didn’t feel such desires. She was above them. In control.
But then she remembered that feeling of total surrender in the dream, of looking into Raum’s eyes and trusting him to take care of her, and handing him the reins and obeying his deep voice, and suddenly, her fingers were sliding over the bundle of nerves at the top of her vulva and finding it already swollen and sensitive.
Andwet.
Her breaths came in sharp pants as she circled it, eyes fluttering from the pleasure. Sensation erupted, heating her skin and making it pebble with goosebumps at the same time. It felt…incredible.
She recalled the tears stinging her eyes as Raum forced his hard shaft deep into her mouth, his body covered in the scales of his half demon form…including his erection. Scandalized by the image her subconscious had conjured, she nevertheless felt a spike in sensation, heat scalding her, blood rushing —
“Sunshine?”
She ripped her hand away, chest heaving from how close she’d been to climax, and sat up in the bed, horrified to find Raum himself lying right next to her. She’d been so lost to her fantasy, she hadn’t even noticed him until then.
“Why am I in bed?” she asked as she finally took note of her surroundings.
“You fell asleep on the way back, so I put you in the bed. Your weapons are on the table, your boots are by the door, and I cleaned the ashes off you.” He was back in human form, though it was difficult to see in the near darkness. The dying firelight reflected off his golden eyes as he peered up at her.
He’d taken her holsters and shoes off? And…cleaned her? “Why are you in the bed with me?”
Even half asleep, his brow furrowed with his scowl. “Because I was tired too.”
“But…”
