hips and hauled me against his groin, up against his arousal, and held me there for a long beat, pulsing against my core, before burying his head in my cleavage. His tongue lapped at my skin, licking the curve of my breast, desperate for purchase.
I gripped his wings and rolled my hips against him. His hips jerked to meet me, two hard taps that had me crying out, and then he tore my shirt off. His hands found my breasts, his mouth found my nipples, and I lost my train of thought. There was nothing but heat, wetness, and friction, in all the right places.
But I wanted control. I wanted to taste him. I gripped his head and pushed him away before grabbing the neck of his shirt.
“Take it off.” My words were a hungry growl.
His amber eyes, like dark honey, fixed on my mouth. His wings vanished, and he closed his eyes as if in pain before peeling off his shirt to reveal golden, smooth perfection.
“My turn.” I pushed him onto his back and dropped my head to his neck, sucking and licking my way down to his chest. I pinched his nipples, and he thrust his groin up in reflex.
“Fee…Fuck.”
The curse word falling from his lips was an aphrodisiac. I needed more. I wanted to make him lose control, to curse and groan and pant. I moved down, tracing the ridges of his abdomen with my tongue until I hit the waistband of his joggers. I looked up at him to find him watching me, his expression tight, his eyes like desperate flames. I pulled the joggers down inch by inch, and he sucked in a sharp breath as they snagged on his arousal for a moment.
Ah, there he was, trapped in black boxer briefs, the ridged length of him visible through the thin fabric. I freed him with my mouth, peeling the cotton down his thick length, and then licked a trail back up to the tip. I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock, and he cried out, a thick guttural sound that had my clit throbbing.
I took him into my mouth.
He was sweet nectar, honed muscle, and taut flesh. He was light with the dangerous edge of darkness I craved. I worked him, reveling in the sounds he made and the way his hands grasped at the rug on either side of him, as if he was desperately trying to hold himself together, as if he was trying not to unravel.
I wanted him to fracture for me.
I held him captive, feasting on him until his fingers dove into my hair, and he hauled me up, crushing his mouth to mine. He flipped us so he was on top, his powerful body pinning me to the rug as he explored my mouth with his tongue.
I was on fire for him, melting against him, needing to get closer, needing him closer.
He softened the kiss and broke it. “Too many clothes,” he said against my mouth, then proceeded to strip me of my leggings until I was naked except for my knickers.
He sat back, and I caught the flash of doubt in his eyes.
A little of the fire in my blood died. “Uri?” I tried to sit up. “We don’t have to do this if you—”
He kissed me hard on the mouth to silence me. “I want to. I want you so much it scares me.”
Wait…Did celestials have sex? I mean, was that even a thing? Was this his first time?
“Uri…have you done this before?”
He pressed his forehead to mine. “No. Celestials aren’t permitted to…Although some do…I just…I’ve…I’ve seen it done.”
Oh, God. He was a virgin. A celestial virgin. “I would never have guessed.” I stroked his cheek. “You’re a natural.”
He chuckled, and our breath mingled. “Thank you, but I don’t think I am.”
“But you are. You know how to touch me. To kiss me. Uri, you turn me on so fucking much. I want you so bad.” I reached down between us and stroked him. “I want you inside me.”
His mouth parted, and his sweet aura washed over me, heading straight to the apex of my thighs and making me even wetter.
“Touch me.” I lifted my hips and pushed down my knickers. “Feel how much I want you.”
He slipped his fingers between my fold and groaned. “Oh, fuck.”
“Say that again.”
“Fuck.”
I lifted my hips, and he slid his fingers into me.