Archangel's War (Guild Hunter #12) - Nalini Singh Page 0,33

voice was crystalline.”

“I wonder how far we could stretch it.” He could see her hunter’s mind working furiously. “Big advantage in a hostile situation.” But though her words were practical, positive, and her body looked more substantial than when he’d left, he felt her inside him, tasted her sorrow.

Elena had cherished her wings, the gift of the sky one she’d never taken for granted. They’d often gone for long flights for no reason but that she wanted to fly. She’d told him her ten-year flight plan was to learn all of Illium’s tricks so she could play them back on the blue-winged angel.

He went down on one knee in front of her. With her knives in her lap between them, he took his consort’s lips in a kiss that was a kick to his heart, a wrench to his soul. My Elena. The only woman who would ever live inside him in this way.

Her neck was painfully slender under his palm as he slid his hand around to her nape, her skin yet holding a faint glow. But the arms that came around his neck were fierce and tight and he found himself shifting his embrace to hold her harder, closer . . . until a deadly sharp point jabbed him in the gut.

Breaking the kiss, he looked down at the weapons in her lap. “Some men would consider this a very bad sign.”

“Good thing you know better, Archangel.” Kisses along the side of his face as he emptied her lap of the knives, then pushed the blanket aside to lift her up into his arms.

As he carried her into their bedroom, he said, “Keir will scalp me for this and I will let him.”

Elena’s eyes glowed silver as she brushed her mouth over his. “I need this more than I need medicine or food or air.”

Placing her on the bed, Raphael stripped off his clothes with warrior efficiency. The faded and well worn-in items fell to the floor in a careless pile as his consort watched him; her gaze held a hunger that went far deeper than the flesh. Its twin gripped him by the throat. Between them pulsed the clawing need to reclaim the bond the Cascade had attempted to break.

When he came over her, his wings spread out on either side above them, she sighed and pressed her palms to his chest. “Sometimes, I convince myself I’ve imagined exactly how magnificent you are, then you walk into a room and boom, there I fall all over again.”

Raphael couldn’t speak, his need a voracious storm that threatened to crack his skin, spill out into the world. He kissed her instead, pouring all his love, all his terror into it. Her hold possessive and without boundaries, she took every ounce, demanded more. When power began to crackle under his skin, the golden lightning fighting the reins, he wrenched those reins with brute force.

“Whoa.” A single word whispered against the dampness of his lips, Elena’s hands stroking down his shoulders to his biceps.

Glancing down, Raphael saw his chest fissured by golden energy. “I have it leashed.” It came out cold, deadly.

“There you go, being all sexy Scary Raphael again.” Elena traced a line down his cheekbone and her finger came away painted by lightning that twined around the digit before sinking into her skin. Shivering, she wrapped both arms around him and tugged his head back down.

Carnal heat burned out the cold, engorged his blood vessels, made his skin gleam with sweat. If you were not yet healing, I would be a brute. Claim her so deep and hard that he’d leave an imprint inside her nothing could erase.

Raphael. Elena arched under the raw sexual words from her archangel, surrounded by the crackling violence of his power. It was in the burn of his kiss, the rough heat of his skin, the electric blue of eyes once more shot with lightning.

Does it hurt? Those eyes were icy, almost cruel.

No.

They fell into each other, no more thoughts of power and chaos or anything else outside them. She didn’t know when her clothes came off, only that Raphael’s skin brushed hers, his hands stroking down her body. She felt no heavy pressure however, knew he had to be worried about crushing her. It wasn’t an issue she’d ever before encountered—in bed, there were no boundaries between them.

Clarity came, with it an acute sense of anger, because this was an actual problem. She stood on her anger hard before it could rise to