Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,57

as my body shook in his embrace.

"Oh, Cass. I'm as real as your pretty lingerie," he teased and kissed my neck. "Goodness, I missed you. My brave, beautiful queen."

"No more princess?" I inquired.

"Nah," he whispered. "You're beyond that title now, Sweetness. You were the queen of our world before this very land’s creation." He leaned back and looked into my eyes. The two of us were drenched from the rain that continued to lightly fall.

Neither of us seemed bothered by it as we merely got lost staring into one another's eyes.

"Did you write that song for me?"

"I did," he confessed with a tender smile as I watched the droplets from the rain run down his face. "I never got to finish."

That made me actually giggle as I shook my head. "You and interruptions."

He ran his hands through my wet strands then, entwining his fingers into my turquoise locks until his hand pressed against the back of my head, stilling my head enough for him to close the brief distance between us and lay those lips upon mine.

This kiss was like no other. Raw and desperate one second, and slow and passionate the next. The back and forth transitions were nothing in comparison to the waves of warming pleasure that assaulted my senses.

I was moaning in seconds. My aching body that felt heavy and weak suddenly was spiked with an unknown force of power that made everything go into overdrive. The rain that fell upon us swiftly stopped as I went from being in Adonis's lap to being pinned between Adonis and the ground beneath us.

I couldn't care less where exactly we were in this world, as long as I was lost in the whirlwind of Adonis's master tongue, addictive mouth, intoxicating cologne, and those delicate yet mischievous hands that roamed possessively around my body.

We were breathless in a matter of minutes, the two of us being forced to break the kiss for the sake of oxygen. I felt like I was spinning through the clouds, but it was such a happy emotion that left me giddy while I lingered in the pool of relief.

"As much as I'd love to continue this here on the roof, my queen, I’d rather you don't get a cold," Adonis commented. The glint in his eyes told me something more.

"Is Otis talking your head off with that twin communication of yours?"

That only made him smile further before he chuckled and bobbed his head.

"The angry fucker is jealous as hell that you're awake. He could tell from the swift weather changes, but it's gonna take him a while to get back here, just like the others."

"Where did they go?" I inquired.

"We were given the task of boosting up the three crystals of these lands. Not sure if you have a clue of such, but they decided to go to each crystal together versus independently. Tristian is tagging along while working on what seems to be our diabolical plan."

"Diabolical plan?"

"I'll explain when you're all warmed up," he encouraged before he was up and crouching down to scoop me up. He frowned as he looked down at me and shook his head. "We're going to have to work on this weight thing. I like struggling to pick you up."

My fist punched into his chest, making him cough and almost drop me.

"Never mind. I don't miss you, underwear-destroying seducer."

He chuckled and brought me right against him to kiss me deeply. "I missed that damn mouth of yours."

"You make it seem like we've been gone from one another for centuries," I muttered but I knew exactly how he felt. It had been days since the event and yet it felt like an eternity had passed by without seeing them.

The loneliness those days brought was another level in comparison to when I was in prison. Those days and nights may have been difficult, but at least I knew they were alive doing something outside of those metal bar walls to try and get me out.

Far different from accepting the men you love are dead...

"It feels that way, doesn't it?" he quietly stated before he took a deep inhale and let it out. "There's lots to explain."

"Like how you all somehow came back from the Underworld?" I weakly suggested. My obvious exhaustion caught his divine attention.

"Why don't we talk about that with a nice bath?" he suggested.

"I probably stink of death," I commented while wondering if I did smell. I could clearly smell everything else but my own stench that I probably