Angel Fever (Immortal Legacy #3) - Ella Summers Page 0,81
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That’s when I realized I’d just given him a free pass to strut his ego. Honestly, I didn’t mind. Damiel’s ego was a part of who he was. And I’d missed him through and through, each and every piece of him.
We ate the pancake together. After we’d finished, he rose and pulled another box out of the cabinet. This one was a lot smaller. And instead of metal, it was made of glossy wood, stained dark. It looked like a jewelry box.
The last time I’d teased him, I had been rewarded with a delicious pancake. So I decided to try my luck again.
“A little late to be proposing marriage, don’t you think?”
“Technically, we were both dead, Cadence. We might not even be married anymore. The Legion’s handbook doesn’t cover the case of a married couple dying, then being alive again.”
How very shortsighted of the Legion.
“We weren’t ever dead, Damiel. Not really.”
“According to the Legion of Angels, we were dead.”
“So we would have to get married again?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe I’ll find myself a different husband this time,” I teased him. “You know, Colonel Beastbreaker is a sexy beast.”
Damiel’s face grew dark, taking on an air of menace. “You are not marrying Colonel Beastbreaker.”
“Oh?” I arched my brows. “Says who?”
“I say,” he growled. “Your husband.”
My heart gave a deliciously frightful jolt as his hands closed roughly onto my hips.
“I thought we weren’t married anymore,” I said, keeping my voice even, and my hands to myself.
“When we are back on Earth, I shall make the necessary amendments to the Legion’s handbook in order to address our unique circumstance.” His lips were just inches from mine. “And pay Colonel Beastbreaker a visit.”
“I can ask him out myself,” I said breathlessly.
Silver and gold lit up Damiel’s ocean-blue eyes. “You are playing a dangerous game, Princess.”
“The only kind of game worth playing.”
His mouth enveloped mine, claiming it. Claiming me.
His hands were on my cheeks, his eyes locked with mine. “A life with you is the only life worth living.” He grabbed my top, tugging it over my head. “I searched for you for so many years, Cadence.” His fingers deftly slipped down my back. My bra hit the floor. “Every day without you was hell. Every beat of my heart pure agony.”
A tear slipped down his cheek. I wiped it away. I’d never seen Damiel truly cry before. It broke my heart.
“I should have found a way out of the Sanctuary,” I said quietly. “I should have—”
He set his finger over my lips. “You are here now, and we’re together again. That’s what matters.” He brushed his hand across my cheek, drying my tears. “Though you will understand if I never again let you out of my sight.”
I smiled against his lips. “And I’m sure you will understand if I don’t ever let you out of my sight.”
“Agreed,” he purred with satisfaction, his smile growing wider.
His mouth closed over mine once more, the passion of his kisses intense, the taste of him driving me mad with desire. My impatient fingers found the buckles of his leather vest—and promptly relieved him of it.
His mouth was on my neck. I didn’t need to feel the brush of his hard fangs against my skin to know how much he wanted me.
“You smell like sugar and spice,” he spoke against my neck.
“And everything nice?”
“Yes.”
I arched into him, my breasts crashing against his hard chest. My skin seemed to sizzle against the searing heat of his hot body.
“And you smell like rosewood, angel, and sex,” I told him.
“And dark intentions.” His lips rumbled against my throat.
“What kind of—”
His fangs penetrated my skin, shooting a ribbon of hot pleasure all the way through me, right to my wanton core. Every draw of his mouth sent a hot, fresh slice of ecstasy through my body.
He pulled away and stared into my eyes. “Now, you. Rekindle the fire of our bond, Cadence.”
My fangs were already out. They’d descended the moment he’d first sipped from me.
I kissed him once on the lips. “I missed you so much.”
I dipped my mouth to his neck. My fangs pierced his skin. His blood flooded into my mouth, the sweetest taste in all the worlds. Like a river of hot Nectar, it slid down my throat, igniting my magic, joining me to him in a bond that could never be broken.
“Nothing can stand between us,” Damiel said, his thoughts blending with mine. I could no longer tell where his ended and mine began.
“Not the Legion, the demons, the Guardians,” I said.