He sat up abruptly with his eyes closed and dropped his head back. "I don't want anything f**ked up anywhere near you, understood? I'm not playing around this time, not pushing the edge of the envelope! This thing we've kicked off down there, this time, D, is much worse than fighting Dante, f**king with Cain, or even going up against Lilith-and Padre Lopez told me out of his own mouth that I'm still connected to them. That's how the Light is gonna use me. So, I'm really stressed right now, you gotta give me some space so I can deal."
"All right," she said gently, cupping his cheek with one hand. "I'm hearing you, okay?"
He nodded and winced, keeping his eyes tightly shut.
"But I don't want to leave you like this," she said quietly. "It's just not right . . . how can I do that as your wife? Had I really understood what you were trying to-"
"I'll be cool, just gotta leave it alone and it'll go down, okay."
The pain in his expression made her chew her bottom lip for a moment. "I could-"
"You'll catch a bicep cramp. Ask me how I know . . . go to sleep."
"Oh . . . baby."
"It's cool.For real. I just wanted you to get yours, ya know." He opened his eyes and his voice fractured as he spoke. "Sometimes, woman, I don't know what to do to show you how much I care about you."
"You trust me?"
He looked at her."Absolutely not."
They both chuckled, temporarily relieving the tension, and he finally conceded to a kiss.
"I understand what you're worried about and I promise I won't do anything dangerous," she murmured into his ear and then allowed her hand to slide against his stomach. "Lie back."
"D . . . I'm weak, okay," he said, falling back onto his elbows. "I admit it."
"Close your eyes," she said, taking his mouth and leaning against him as much as she could without violating his request.
"Baby . . ."
"I know," she murmured before deepening the kiss, grasping him around his base, and then slowly beginning to stroke him. "It hurts like hell."
His hands sought her hair and his kiss became brutal. He pulled away from her mouth with a sharp gasp, his irises solid silver as her rhythm increased, her hand gliding over his love-slicked contours, honoring veins and upthrusts.
"I know what you want to do . . . same thing I want to do . . . wanna get it so good that my wings come out . . . wanna knock my head back and drop all in my jugular on the down-stroke. It's been so long, all you want is a little bit."
"Oh, God . . . 'Mali . . . you just don't know."
He turned his head away quickly as though she'd slapped him. She knew he was beyond trusting himself not to grab her, so she knocked his head back and bit him hard over his tattoo. His arch lifted them both off the bed and his deep moan ran all through her as he clutched her back, his thrusts now frenzied against her slippery palm.
"Let it go, baby . . . you ain't gotta hold it no more," she crooned against his tattoo as she released her wings. "I got mine; you took good care of me,papi.Te amo. You always take good care of me."
This time when she bit him, he held her so tightly he almost fractured a wing. His voice rent the air in halting, agonized jags just like the convulsions that spent him. She rode it out with him, suckling his tattoo, keeping pace with his upthrusts, her breaths synched with his, her vocal register raw from talking trash in hard pants for him. But she wouldn't let him go until seed crept over her fist like molten lava in a thick, white emulsion.
Dazed for a moment, and then panicked, he let her go and struggled to sit up, trying to peer around her wings. But she held him tightly and gazed into his eyes.
"It's normal," she murmured, her eyes sliding shut as she inhaled deeply. "I don't even have to look."
Just seeing her do that with the expression she had on her face sent another hard contraction through his cock, making it bounce in her fist.
"Told you you'd get a bicep cramp," he said in anembarrassed chuckle.
"That's because you didn't have all the special effects when you did it alone," she said with a sly smile, kissing him slowly and coming away with his bottom lip between her teeth. She let it go bit by bit and pulled back to allow her gaze to search his face. "Didn't have the audio to go with the visual . . . and the skin-on-skin, or the sense-around-shudders, or the sex-scent bank . . . or the body double," she added, nipping his jugular sweet spot. "Or the body heat to go with it."
"Youain't never lied," he murmured, breathing through his mouth as she stroked him slowly, using his own seed as a lubricant.
"You need to go again?" she whispered into his ear.