But I’m beginning to see why a fraction of my kind chooses to fall.
Taking a mate in the human realm is prohibited. If you’re going to find your fated, it had better be amongst angelkind. Otherwise, if one’s superiors were to find out, they would make the individual choose.
Life in the human realm with said mate.
Or continuing to serve Heaven.
Giving up everything I’ve ever known would be an unsettling prospect, but harvesting hasn’t given me the same level of satisfaction in a while. It’s still all I’ve ever known.
Hazel’s inner walls clench around my fingers, and she sobs against my lips. I’m unprepared for how tight she becomes as she gushes around my hand.
Right.
It’s much better to stay focused in the moment.
Pulling back from our kiss, I study her face as she shatters all over my hand. She’s a breathtaking sight, and her scent only grows more potent as she comes.
“I want you inside me,” she groans, nodding repeatedly. Her pretty blue eyes pop open, and she looks so desperate, I’m not sure I could deny her anything. “Don’t worry, I have a contraceptive spell.”
Removing my fingers from her pussy, I prepare to bring them to my cock, but the little vixen moves first. She scoots down, gripping my shaft and tugging. It forces me to move with her, and the next thing I know, my tip is notched at her opening.
I thrust inside her and fall atop her soft form, barely remembering to bring my hand between us to tease her clit once more. My wings pull close, the tips touching the bed around us. With them no longer extended, it provides a safe little shield, even if it’s a fallacy.
My fingers weave into the hair at the base of Hazel’s skull as I pull out and thrust deeper. Her eyes hold mine, and the same connection that formed in Spellbound happens all over again.
It’s like a trance.
A meeting of our souls on another plane of existence. Or it could be all the realms simultaneously. I’m not sure, but it’s an almost religious experience.
“Whoa, holy shit, Zeph.” Hazel’s mouth falls as I slam my hips into hers, barely aware of the pleasure building at the base of my spine.
She’s captivating, and the connection between us only intensifies. Her fingers move to cradle the back of my neck, and her breasts bounce against my chest with every thrust.
There’s so much happening, but I have tunnel vision on the little witch.
“Fuck, Hazel, you’re going to destroy me,” I murmur.
Her core gets so much slicker while simultaneously clenching so much tighter.
She nods, rambling something I can’t make out.
My thrusts get messy and uncoordinated as I try to tease her clit.
“Right there,” she chokes out.
I put every bit of my focus into getting her to the finish line before me. My crown slams against the bottom of her pussy as she locks down on my shaft.
And it’s game over.
Hazel moans, squirming and closing her eyes for the first time since I slipped inside her.
I can only pray that means she’s coming around my cock because I can’t hold back any longer. Slamming as deep as I can get, I freeze as I empty inside her.
Every tiny movement as she wiggles under me produces extreme pleasure. I groan, my chest pushing against hers as I struggle to catch my breath.
That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and my heart thumps against my ribs. Pulling back enough to check Hazel’s face, I see the same look reflected back at me.
She truly is beautiful.
