I can almost feel her hands on me. Hear her voice tell me she wants to be the one to make me come.
Nothing and no one in my many centuries of life has ever made me feel like she does.
“Look at me, Sin.”
I almost lose my balance when I open my eyes. She’s here. Standing in front of me, soaking wet, with my shirt clinging to her slight curves. “What are you doing?” I can barely force the words out, but I need to know she wants this.
“Maybe…getting you out of my system. All I know is that I need you.” Her fingers twist in my wet hair, and she tugs to the point of pain as she pulls me down for a kiss. I cannot help it when her arousal nourishes me, but this is so much more than feeding.
With her free hand, she strokes my shaft, her thumb sliding over the head, and the feel of her…it is too much. “Zoe.... Fuck!” I shout and lose control, jerking my hips and spilling my seed over her fingers.
The energy she gives off is intoxicating, and within seconds, I’m hard again. My desperate, overwhelming need partially slaked, I can take my time. Ravish her in all the ways she deserves, and all the ways I dreamed of as she slept in my arms.
“This must go.” Buttons pop off the shirt, and the material shreds easily, leaving her exposed. So thin. So much pain and sorrow—more than one human lifetime should hold. And her scar. Even now, with her flushed pink from the hot water and her need, the raised skin almost glows.
There is magic inside her. An ability. And soon, we will explore it. But for now...
She weighs nothing and drapes her arms around my neck when I lift her, hit the shower knob with my elbow, and carry her, both of us dripping wet, to my bed.
“Are you certain about this, Zoe? I need to hear you say it.” I back away and avert my eyes. I will not take the chance that I am somehow influencing her without intent. She matters too much.
“Don’t turn away,” she whispers.
“I have to. Until you say the words. My gaze…I could unintentionally sway you.”
Her hands smooth down my shoulders. “You walked away from me in the kitchen and I came to find you. I want this, Sin. I need this. I’m so aroused, and even when we first met, when I thought you were a total and complete asshole, I wanted you. I just refused to entertain the notion.”
“We will still have to work together.” The enormity of what we are about to do hits me. I am not strong enough to resist her. Not unless she puts a stop to this now. Zoe Dawes is everything I have ever wanted. Strong. Intelligent. Beautiful. And with no reservations about putting me in my place.
“I’m an adult. You’re immortal. Pretty sure that makes you one too. Are we going to talk this to death? Or are you going to finally kiss me like you mean it?”
The husky sass to her voice pulls a growl from my throat, and I spin around, grab her wrists, and pin her to the mattress as I straddle her. “I do not do gentle.”
“And I’m not made of glass.” Her lips twitch in challenge, and that is all I need. She will be mine. If only for today.
Nineteen
Zoe
His predatory gaze should scare me, but he crushes his lips to mine and suddenly all I want is to devour him. He tastes of coffee and strength and power, and unlike when he fed from me in the garage, I don’t feel like I’m lost in him. It’s the opposite.
I’ve found something. I take as much as he does, and my body tingles all over, power flowing through me. “You are delicious,” he growls, trailing kisses along my jaw to my neck. Desperate to feel him—all of him—I dig my fingers into the hard muscles of his ass and pull him closer, trapping his length between us.
I want him inside of me, but more than anything else, I need to come, to have him play my body like a musical instrument—one where he controls all the strings.
Firm lips clamp around my nipple, pulling a moan from somewhere deep inside. More. Closer. Harder. “Sin. Please.” My back bows as he bites down, and his fingers trail along my stomach, resting for a moment on the scar from Temple’s bullet, and then dancing over my mound.
“Perfection,” he says, meeting my gaze as he settles between my thighs. “I am going to make you scream, my sweet Zoe.”
The first swipe of his tongue through my folds sends me shooting into the stratosphere, and if this isn’t the most intense, amazing moment in all of time, I don’t know what could top it.
With firm strokes, he urges me higher, then slides one finger into my slick channel. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough. “More!” I pant.
“In time,” he grunts around my clit. “I intend...to make...this last.”
Teasing me over and over again, he brings me right to the edge of release, then crawls up to kiss my lips. I taste myself on his tongue, and I want to touch him, to wrap my fingers around his cock and make him as desperate as he’s made me, but every time I try, he pins me down and tells me not to move.
I’ve never been one to take orders—not even in the bedroom—but with Sin, it’s all I want to do. Well, that and take him deep in my mouth. Or have him press me up against the wall. Or...so many other variations.
We’re both drenched with sweat when he fills me with three fingers, and I cry out at the sudden invasion, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. My core clenches, starts to throb and pulse in time with his tongue, and as I scream his name, a great rustling sound fills the room, and the pressure of the bed against my back falls away.
Holy shit. We’re…floating. Sin locks his gaze with mine, watching as I come undone, my body rocked by the aftershocks of the most intense release I’ve ever felt. “In this form,” he says, his voice strained and rough, “I cannot carry disease. But—“
“I’m on birth control.” Sweet Jesus I need him inside me, and even though there’s so much we don’t yet know about one another, I’m certain of one thing. This man—demon—angel—doesn’t lie.
With a roar, he plunges into me, his wings whipping the air around us into a storm. A chair overturns, the bedsheets tangle in the corner, and his cheeks redden, a vein in his forehead bulging as he thrusts harder and harder.
“Kiss me,” he demands, and I oblige, wanting every single part of us to be connected when he finally lets go.
I shouldn’t be ready again, but I am, and with one arm holding me against him, he slips his free hand between us to toy with my clit.
“Oh, God. Sin. More. More, more, more...” I beg against his lips.
Another flap of his wings, and I’m pressed against the wall several feet off the ground, my angel’s hips pistoning hard and fast until he roars my name. Pure and overwhelming ecstasy consume me, and everything else fades away until there’s only Sin.
Sin
With Zoe in my arms, her head resting on my chest, I bring us down to the bed and force my wings to retract. It hurts like a son of a bitch every time I release them, but the rush of power and adrenaline that follows is addicting. And part of the reason Gabriel rarely visits this realm.
We need more time. Days to spend exploring each other’s bodies. But we must soon return to the investigation. And reality, and I fear I will never have her this way again. There is something so right about this, about us together. Something more than simply the sating of a longstanding need.