Gideon Page 11

  “You did that?”

  He examined the water wheel and the candlelit enclosure.

  “With the night manager,” she added.

  “Ah yes, a little glamour.”

  “Very effective. Would it work on me?” Her innocent face turned up to him. She focused on his lips and licked her own as they continued walking.

  Something in his eyes caused her to inhale deeply and drop her lids for a second. A warm breeze spun her golden hair in a halo’s glow about her peachy complexion.

  “Wow. Nice,” she said without opening her eyes.

  She looked like she’d been kissed by a snow princess.

  “I’ve only just begun, sweetheart.” He kissed the top of her head and continued up a stone walkway to a set of shallow stairs leading to a veranda curtained off for privacy. The heavy oak door beyond was easily opened, but he had the inclination to walk through the wood just to prove he could still do it, and she squealed with delight as they stood in the warm room heated by one massive fireplace large enough for her to stand in. The mantle was formed stone, chiseled in cherub reliefs. Bunches of grapes and vines were worked into the stone pattern, as were tiny wings on the overweight toddlers depicted sipping naughtily from wine cups.

  “First things first. We adjust the shutters.”

  “But don’t make it too dark,” she whispered.

  He pointed to the fireplace, and she smiled. The bed was covered in half a dozen plump pillows matching the light crème brocade comforter folded back in preparation for their bodies to slide in.

  “Shower?” he asked.

  “Exactly my thought.” She pulled off Gideon’s sweatshirt and shimmied the drawstring pants over her thighs.

  Her skin glowed from the inside, looking like an alabaster statue hiding a candle flame. Her spun gold hair remained a cloud about her face and chest, obscuring one breast before he pushed the tendrils aside with his fingers and touched her nipple.

  She was perfect in every detail, as an angel should be. Her eyes followed his that roamed her body, from her delicate toes to the shadow between her thighs and the perfect orbs of her ample breasts decorated with light peach areolae. Her belly protruded just slightly, plump and ripe. Her nipples knotted as he felt his own erection grow and press against her upper belly and waist. With their thighs touching and her breasts brushing against him, he bent down until he covered her mouth and tasted her need.

  Her arms extended up over his shoulders as she stepped up on his feet, then swung her legs to encircle his hips, while allowing his tongue to plunge into her mouth and play with hers.

  She moaned. The vibration from her body heated up his soul and set it on fire. She hugged him, pressing her cheek against his, her warm breath in his ear. “Gideon,” her gravelly voice called to him.

  He held her head between his palms, smoothing over her lower lip with his thumbs. “The first of many, my angel. Your beauty overwhelms me.” His voice broke, and for a second, he was unable to speak. Pressing her cheeks together, he licked and plundered her lips again, tasting their soft rosy moistness with flavors of fresh cherries and vanilla. “I don’t deserve this.”

  “I feel the same, Gideon.” Her fingers traced the circles around his eyes, and a gentle rain of golden particles descended over his nose and cheeks. “Dust,” she whispered to his face’s question. “We have glamour and dust, my charge.”

  She kissed him deeply as the crystals of gold seemed to spread down his chest. He felt tingles on his member, and he broke to look down. Her right hand came between them and she rubbed her thumb over her first two fingers as particles of the golden dust coated him like sugar. Her delicate squeeze engorged him further.

  He bent his head and whispered in her ear, “If we don’t get that shower now, we won’t get one at all.”

  Her giggle was something new, a lighthearted almost childlike ripple of joy that traveled down his spine. He couldn’t remember ever being so utterly charmed, at peace and patient with his desire to love this angel with everything he had.

  He was certain it was going to be a religious experience.

  Inside the steaming enclosure with double shower heads, their mouths connected again, their kisses extending to necks, shoulders. The side of her face also smelled of cherries, and her hair, done up in a clip, accepted his fingers as he sorted out the delicate strands and let the clip fall, sending her hair back down her back. He squeezed her buttocks, bringing her in to his groin.

  The water sluiced between them and over their faces as they kissed in the spray. Her fingers found his wing sacs. She watched his eyes as she delicately traveled up the ridges of his folds, probing and lovingly exploring his angel body.

  “This body pleases you, my love?” he had to ask.

  “This body pleases me greatly, Gideon. But it is your soul I worship,” she said with a kiss above his heart.

  “I am completely yours, my angel.”

  “I give you everything I have, and more when I find it, Gideon.”

  He chuckled. She was so honest. Being close to her made him feel worthy of the perfect love she sent him. He hoped he could be good enough for her, for there was no matching what she’d shown of her own heart.

  They didn’t bother toweling off but ran to slip under the cool sheets. Her body had kept the droplets of water warm beneath him. Droplets slid onto the sheets as he placed his arm under her waist, tightening his hold and feeling her mound seek his groin.

  Golden light shone from a louver not quite closed, sending a yellow, lighted stripe across the pillow above her head like a message from Heaven itself. He knew it was probably her first time, and he planned to build the bonfire within her body slowly, one ember and one kiss at a time. Again, he peered down into her face.

  He wanted to say something but didn’t want to ruin the moment, as if nothing he could do would be worthy. Everything he wanted to say he’d express with his body.

  She must have sensed his hesitation because she breathlessly whispered, “I’m ready, Gideon,” as she raised her head and met his lips halfway. His fingers dove into her hair, moving her head from side to side as she gasped from the kisses he placed from one ear, under her chin, all the way to the other. He loved hearing her breath become ragged. His member pressed into the shallow crevice between her upper thigh and her abdomen.

  “I’m ready, my love,” she repeated.

  A teeny niggle of doubt clouded a little window in the back of his mind as his fingers traveled just ahead of his kisses down the center of her torso, covering both nipples each in their turn. He explored her belly button, that place referencing another life form and time where she had been connected to a birth mother. He said a prayer to whatever angel had brought this beautiful creature into the world.

  His lips slid down over her nude mound. He kissed and sucked her nether lips, running his canines over her labia. The sound of her pulsing blood filled his ears, and the blood lust began to return. He pressed her flesh between his teeth gently, not to hurt. But she raised her pelvis to him, begging for something he wasn’t sure he should take.

  Her fingers played on his scalp, pressing his face deep into the holy space between her legs. His tongue tasted the dark pink meat of her sex, and he knew from her juices she belonged to him. The unexpected thrill of his tongue rimming her opening and then sliding into her sent electricity throughout his body, emboldening every muscle synapse as he sucked her hard. Her continued pressing against his teeth gave him the permission to again run his canines over her soft labial tissue, and just before he pierced her flesh, he felt the tingle of her dust sprinkled at the top of his spine.

  His senses were flooded with music, not heard, but felt. Her angel’s blood was sweet and sent a line of fire all the way down his throat. His ears buzzed as he continued to do her bidding. She was writhing from side to side, arching and moaning to the feel of him taking her elixir of life.

  She stretched her arms above her head, grabbing for something to hold on to as her archi
ng sent her pelvis deep into his face. His tongue anchored her until he felt her release. He coaxed her sweet juices, licking her wound closed with his tongue, sucking her soft folds hungrily.

  Gideon rose above her, one hand grabbing her wrists above her head, clutching them together while his other fingers rubbed the length of her slit.

  She dug her heels into the mattress as he kissed his way up her body, and his fingers spread her lips, satisfying their urge to fill her channel.

  Her blooming continued. “Gideon,” she whispered.

  “Angel.”

  His right hand gripped her thigh and placed it over his shoulder as he bent his right knee and slid his cock into position at her core.

  “Tell me, angel. Tell me again.”

  “I am yours, Gideon. I am all yours.”

  “Yes, my angel. Say it again,” he whispered to her lips.

  She tried to speak, but his mouth cut her off. The whispers between them stopped abruptly as he entered her slowly at first, then carefully all the way to his hilt.

  Her dust at the back of his neck was delightful and made his engorged member grow. Her moans mesmerized him as he began a gentle rocking motion of his hips back and forth, filling her deeper with each powerful thrust. He watched her face for any sign he should stop. He answered her moans with a gentle “Yes, my angel” as she opened to him, accepted him, and demanded more.

  Her eyes opened dreamily. She raised her head, her tongue on the edge of his mouth, sucking a droplet of her own blood lodged there. He tasted her elixir and then felt her own canine make a hard scrape across his tongue. A tiny jab let her suck a drop of his own blood.

  He released her wrists long enough for her fingers to find what they wanted: his wing sacs. She massaged them, sending the familiar shivers his seldom-touched parts radiated to the rest of his body. When she opened her eyes he willed the glamour straight to her soul until she arched up and again closed her eyes, followed by a satisfied moan. Her arms and wrists once again stretched above her head, and he held them tight, allowing them to struggle in the pillow above her head. His firm but gentle grip kept them secure while pinning her lower body with his member, drilling home every ounce of desire he’d ever possessed.

  The gentle lovemaking continued until he began to stiffen and feel his ejaculation coming on well after he’d felt her shatter beneath him twice. He licked the sweat between her breasts as he continued to hold down her arms, rooting deep inside her, holding her shaking body against him as he came against the walls deep inside her uterus.

  Afterward, as they rested and their breathing returned to normal, his thoughts drifted back to that niggling doubt. He’d read about the mythology of angels, fallen angels, and dark angels. He’d not been sure what classification he was, except that his wings were powerful, and black. His body was larger, muscles more well-defined. The rumors about sexual prowess of dark angels came flooding back through that little window of knowledge at the back of his brain like finding a childhood toy. He heard the whispers in the halls of Heaven again. Whispers between the Guardians, with tales of forbidden love and the delicious but deadly fall some encounters would bring.

  Alarmed, he placed his fingers above and below her eyes and gently forced them open. He hadn’t wanted to see it, but reality was looking right back at him. Persephone’s beautiful blue eyes were now black.

  Chapter 13

  Gideon had removed himself to the bathroom, and Persephone figured it was some kind of custom after sexual encounters. She glanced at the light coming through the one louver, got out of bed, and adjusted it closed. Her legs felt like rubber, her ribs ached, and the deep warm delicious ache between her legs throbbed with her new womanhood, if that was the proper way to say it. How would she explain this when she went back to Heaven? To Father?

  It was easier to push these dark thoughts away from her to the graveyard of things she’d deal with in the rest of her immortal lifetime. Everything that was important was happening here and now. In this room. On these sheets. In this bed. In Gideon’s arms. Her heart became prickly, seeking to attach to something she would be incomplete without. Maybe it was the separation of his physical body, the way his muscles rippled beneath her fingers as he pleasured her, as she hoped she pleasured him.

  She dove back to the comfort of the warm, moist sheets they’d created with their long lovemaking session. Gone were her thoughts of self-satisfaction. She became acutely aware she was half of something she hadn’t experienced before. Persephone knew she would never again experience being whole without Gideon by her side.

  So this was what love was like. The connection. Not just the chemistry of their bodies, but the bonding between their souls. Incomplete without the other, no matter how long she had to endure it. If Gideon were lost to her she knew she’d experience that loss through all eternity. She’d given him that. Or had he taken that? Did he know it would be this way? Would he be forgiving if she felt she couldn’t live without him? And what would she do if something ever happened to separate them?

  What if he stopped loving her?

  She stared at the ceiling, being lit by the bright yellow sunlight creeping along the square corner borders of the louvered windows. Her hand traveled down between her legs, and she massaged the swollen lips his member had caused in the rooting and ramming, and then she touched the bump to the left of her lips in the space between her upper thigh and the soft tissues of her sex. Gideon had taken her blood there.

  There was no scar, no open wound, but a bump and sensitivity. Evidence, in case she thought she’d been dreaming, he’d been there, between her legs, drinking from her.

  So what did this make her, then? Persephone licked her lips and yes, there were traces of metallic salt faintly present still, further evidence she’d kissed him with his lips still dripping from her angel’s blood, and then she’d sought her reward for giving herself, her juice of life to him. She’d taken a drop or two of his blood, and it had spurred him on to a frenzy that left her panting just thinking about it.

  Her finger pressed against the bump, and she allowed the dull pain to re-create in her mind that point in time when he took her, when he enjoyed swallowing something she’d never given to anyone before. Not just her sex, her emotions, her love, but her physical body, allowing him to consume her in the most basic sense. She’d even enhanced his experience of it by giving him more and more of her dust.

  Persephone withdrew her hand, held it up to the light of the room and saw the glittery gold fall back to her own face and chest. This was proof that she still was an angel. Rubbing her fingers together, the golden sparkles continued to fall. She cupped her other hand, placed a tiny pile of dust there in her palm, then spread it over her sex, and rubbed it into the evidence of his bite. The skin returned to normal. Her labia lost its swelling.

  She wondered if she put it inside her, would this perhaps cause another miracle? Could she have a child if this magic were present? If the father became the full force and power of his species and the mother used all the power within her capabilities—could they form a more perfect connection with a child?

  It was something to think about.

  She heard the shower going and toyed with the idea she could roll over, go back to sleep, and then perhaps be rewarded with Gideon’s clean-smelling body hugging her all over again, spooning behind her. Perhaps he’d take her that way, like the books she’d seen in the Guardianship.

  At last she couldn’t wait to see him again and to see the lust and desire in his dark eyes. She needed to watch him examine her, admire her parts and know the power of her complete abandon to his arms. Without hesitation, she’d take on the whole world if she could just have Gideon’s love. And if she had to endure the hell of missing him, the magic of today was worth it to last all eternity.

  As she climbed out of bed she shook her head. She loved the ache in her loins from their physical exertion. She wasn’t used to the way her lips thirsted to taste his kiss. Even her hair was on fire. Her breast
s felt heavier, the nipples sensitive as she pinched them.

  She pushed the door open and soothing steam hit her face. Through the grey mist, flesh-colored shapes danced as she smelled his shower gel, as she saw, the closer she got to the shower, his powerful shoulders marred only by the sacs for the safe protection of his wings. She wondered what it would be like to have him inside her when he unfurled those wings above her. Terrifying, to be sure. But exciting as well. A thrill to set her heart beating out of control, gasping for breath as his head came down to her neck. She wanted the brush of his feathers holding down her arms as she arched up and allowed him to bite her neck.

  Was this a foretelling? Was it just an erotic fantasy, she wondered as she approached the glass door and clicked it open? Gideon immediately turned in panic, and then softened when he saw it was his angel coming back, reaching for him, and needing his wet flesh to extinguish the hot flames of her soul.

  But he didn’t come to her. She went to him instead. He searched her face without a smile.

  “Kiss me, Gideon. I am vacant and drunk on your love, and I can’t stand it.”

  The quick closure of his eyelids, followed by a reassuring smile, quickened her pulse. He had been stewing about something. Here she’d thought she knew so much about him, but the lessons learned about him in the last two days were hundreds of years of experience poured into her heart. And still she wanted more.

  “Kiss me,” she repeated. She pressed her mound against his thigh, then straddled it by squeezing his limb between hers.

  His hesitation was brief. He pushed her into the tile of the shower, smashing her breasts into the slightly warm and wet walls. Her fear spiked. But then his fingers separated her butt cheeks. He pulled her backwards to nearly sit on his cock as he rammed it deep. He bounced her, her flesh shaking as she let his thigh carry the weight of her right leg. He angled and went deeper, pressing her again into the shower wall.