No, this was tongues warring, teeth clashing. It was desperate and awed, furious and terrified. It was the baser instincts dug deep down within us that we suppressed in the face of all the obstacles outside these walls, finally breaking free.
He told me with every sweep of his lips how scared he was when I used Angellight, but also what else it did to him. How it made him want to worship me, how it drove this desperate need because he didn’t know when it might take me from him.
Guilt wound through me as he kissed me harder, but there was no choice when it came to the Angelcurse.
There was no choice.
At that, the anger that fueled me when I shot Angellight into the skies incinerated any remnant of regret that had been blooming. Anger at the Prime Warriors, at the gods, too, if they were truly involved. For toying with our lives, for ravaging this beautiful man before me and planting a war within his own heart.
Biting Tol’s lip, I dug my hands into his hair and hitched a leg around his hip to tug him closer. His thick length rocking against my core rewarded me in the most delicious way.
With a growl, Tolek nimbly slung Angelborn from my back and both of our sword belts from our hips. Then, he grabbed my other thigh, hoisting it around his waist as he kissed me so I was slammed back between him and the door, the wood shuddering.
He wrenched his lips from mine, dragging a path along my jaw, down my neck, and rolled his hips against me. “Every fucking time you use the emblems,” he growled into my skin, “every time you feel like you disappear from this world, I’m ready to throw myself off the edge of the realm to get you back.”
The rough edge to his voice ripped at pieces of my heart. But his hands gripped tighter to my body, like he needed to confirm I was here.
“You tether me. I would wade through the Angellight to find you, Tol,” I panted as his teeth scraped my collarbone. He gripped my ass beneath my skirt, but his fingers weren’t where I wanted him. Where I so desperately needed him.
He quickly untied my leathers, tossing my top aside so my breasts were free. Tol dragged his teeth over my nipple, and I moaned, head falling back. He bit down, running his tongue over the peak to soothe that pain before moving to the other.
“You get further each time you use those things, Alabath,” he said, breath hot against my skin. “That magic gets stronger. Spirits, it’s impressive, and I promise to show you exactly how impressive.” At that gravelly tone, I met his eyes. “But make no mistake—I will slaughter the Angels if they try to take you one of these times.”
“If that ever happened, we would slaughter them together,” I swore, and I kissed him to seal that vow, rolling my hips against his. “Now prove your words, Vincienzo.”
He laughed, a low and tantalizing sound. Drifting his lips along my jaw, he pinned my hips to the wall. But he didn’t move. No, he kept me in the most wanting state.
Tol nipped my ear, voice husky as he whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you against this door, Alabath? To show you how impressed anddesperateI am for you?” His hands gripped my backside so tightly, I thought he’d leave permanent marks. His fingers curved around my thighs to tease my center.
“Yes,” I begged. My hips strained to writhe, needing him inside me, but his hold was firm.
“Or do you want it up against the window over there?” My dazed vision flicked to the glass spanning one wall. The curtains were still pulled back, ravaged market stalls and streets stretching into the distance. “Hands on the glass? So anyone passing by can see you’remine, despite what any Angels may think?”
Spirits, I wanted him everywhere. Every damn spot in this room—in every room. “Everywhere, Tolek.” I pulled my gaze back to his, tugging greedily on his hair until he hissed. “Across every realm, atop every mountain, show the world I’m yours.”
A crooked smirk. “Then hang on.”
Keeping me pressed tightly against the door, he dropped to his knees, my legs slung over his leather-clad shoulders, so broad and firm and supportive. In a breath, he had my skirt hiked up and undergarments torn on the floor. He left my boots on and my dagger strapped to my thigh, fingers tracing the hilt.
Tol’s gaze roved over me as I was bare and breathless before him, and his stare spoke of worship and possession. He dragged a finger through my slick center to circle at the apex of my thighs.
“So fucking ready for me,apeagna,” he muttered.
I was so sensitive from the wait, I shivered at his touch, unable to hold back a moan. “Do that again,” he commanded,and I couldn’t help but obey as Tolek repeated that teasing motion, adding more pressure. He watched for every gasp and jerk of my hips. With his eyes on me and him on his knees, I felt like the most prominent of Angels.
Without looking away, Tolek pressed a kiss just above where I wanted him, and he laughed when I whined in impatience.
“Is this what you want?” His wicked tongue flicked out in a pattern that had me breathless, my hips jerking. He was so good with that tongue, even better when his fingers joined it, plunging into me with one clear intention: to remind me this was beyond the gods.
His tongue dipped inside of me then licked up my center, circling with pressure that had me swearing to every Angel above. His fingers replaced it and crooked, brushing against my sensitive inner walls.
“Do you like that,Revered?” he demanded, annunciating the word.
“Yes,” I panted. “I love you on your knees. I love you saying my title.”
“Ride my fingers and show me.” That deep tone, so full of authority and devotion, had my hips swiveling against his hand, angling up so he went even deeper. “Good girl,” he purred.
“Keep going,” I gasped, my head falling back and hands grappling against the wood.
