light and falling into Hell. My breath catches, and I reach back as if to push him away before it’s too late.
“Wait, Gabriel, we can’t—”
“Yes, we can,” he hisses, grunting as his tongue swirls over my electrified clitoris and brings a cry of bliss to my lips.
“Yes, we can, and yes, you are. Now come for me, angel. I want you come on my fucking face.”
His mouth presses into me again, his tongue swirls over my clit, and his filthy words are the final stroke—the final straw that snaps me in two. With a cry of pleasure, I break, and the climax explodes through my very soul. I scream in pleasure, writhing and pushing back against his face as I squeal and moan and convulse against the side of the tub.
His hands never leave me, and his tongue stays right on me through the entire thing, until I’m shaking all over and my vision is swimming.
I’m gasping and still not quite able to stand as I turn and throw myself into his arms. I kiss him feverishly, and I know what that sweet slickness on his lips is, but I don’t care at all. I kiss him deeply and he growls into my mouth as he whirls us and leans against the edge of the tub. My body writhes against his, and I moan as I feel his huge, thick erection throbbing against my tummy.
I gasp and slide my hand down to grip him once again, and I whimper as I start to stroke him slowly.
“Fuck, Delilah…” he grunts, hissing in pleasure. The sounds from his perfect lips spur me on, and I keep rubbing him with my hand.
“I want to… I want to make you…” I blush, panting as I kiss him feverishly and stroke him faster against my skin. “What you did to me.”
“Come,” he growls. “Say it, angel. Let me hear you say it.”
I whimper. “I—I want to make you come,” I hiss against his lips.
He groans, his muscles bunching and his hands gripping me tighter.
“Fuck, Delilah,” he growls. “You wanna make me come?”
“Yes,” I gasp. I can feel his cock throbbing so hard under my fingers, and I stroke my hand up and down his length faster. His swollen head pulses against my skin, and I can feel his abs clenching tight.
I’m standing naked in a baptism tank, lips seared to those of a preacher, with my hand jerking his cock.
Satan take me now.
Gabriel growls and clutches me to him. He kisses me fiercely, one hand gripping my ass and the other tangling in my hair. I moan, my hips shamelessly rocking into him as my hand strokes his huge, throbbing hard cock. He hisses, and I feel him twitch in my hands, and suddenly, I feel it. I moan as his cock lurches against me and begins to spurt hot, sticky liquid across my tummy.
I moan, and I keep stroking him as the stickiness drips down his shaft and over my fingers. He roars in pleasure and kisses me fiercely, our bodies rubbing together and my pulse racing.
No flames engulf me. No chasm opens, with demons surging out to drag me away to the fires below. In fact, when we slow and when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to kiss me slow and deep, my soul has never been more at peace.
And I’ve never felt more saved.
Chapter Eleven
Gabriel
This is bad. Well, no, it’s fucking incredible is what it is. But objectively, I’m definitely going to Hell for this.
It’s been two days since Delilah came to me that night—the night I tasted her for the first time and made her come all over my tongue. And since then, I’ve spent almost every free second I have with my hands and tongue all over her. It feels like I’ve hit the damn pause button on life, and that it’s just her and I existing in this weird vacuum.
She’s the inexperienced one here, not me. But with her, it all feels fucking new. Every kiss feels like I’m feeling it for the first damn time. Every touch is a new exploration. And believe me, I’m exploring every damn inch of her.
Oh, but yeah, I’m definitely going to Hell. All it takes is one look down at the gorgeous little virgin on her knees between my legs in the Winnebago, her blonde hair teasing my thighs and her fingers wrapped tight around my cock to know that.
“Like this?” she says softly.
I watch in awe,