panting hard and grinding against his hand, ready to come, but I wanted him inside me when I did. I flipped us again so that I was on top of him.
He looked up at me, his eyelids heavy with desire. I grasped his arousal, reveling in the eager pulse that ran through it.
I pushed up on my knees so I was straddling him. He looked down my body with a gaze hooded with desire, and then reached out and touched my panties. The material vanished, leaving me slick and bare.
Well, well. The celestial had moves. I gave him a wicked smile and then lowered myself onto him inch by inch, watching the play of emotion on his face as he entered me. His chest rose and fell erratically, and his skin began to glow.
“Oh, fuck. Oh…” He gripped my thighs and rolled his hips, pushing up into me. I bit my bottom lip, forcing myself to remain still and give him a moment to adjust to this sensation of my body closing around him.
He locked gazes with me and licked his luscious lips.
“You ready?”
He nodded.
I began to move.
I rode him slow to start, captivated by the wonder in his eyes at the sensations shooting through him, but I couldn’t take it slow for long, my body wanted more. I threw back my head and picked up the tempo. His hands slid up my thighs to grab my hips, and then he was thrusting up into me, and the orgasm that had been hovering hit hard.
He cried out with me, our bodies meeting over and over as we reached climax. I fell forward onto his chest, and he rolled with me, taking the top spot, thrusting hard and deep even as the orgasm ripped through us. We rocked together, our mouths inches apart, breath mingling as we came down from the high, and then Uri smiled—a beatific sight that made my heart ache.
“I see now why so many celestials break the rules,” he said. He nuzzled the base of my neck and kissed his way up and across my jaw to my mouth. “How long before we can do it again?”
He was mine, and with that knowledge, an overwhelming foreboding washed over me, but I squashed it and held him tight. Not tonight.
Not now.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Cora
I finish sweeping the broken glass into a corner and head to the kitchen to look for a dustpan and brush. The place is a fucking mess. I glance at the mess in the lounge. The tree is on its side, and there are smashed baubles and decorations everywhere. Well, if this isn’t a fucking prompt to pack away the festive season, I don’t know what is.
“Cora?”
I tense at the sound of Dean’s voice and then sigh and turn to face him. “What?”
“I’m sorry,” he says.
I don’t want to revisit our Jasper incident, so I wave away his apology. “Forget it. You know where the dustpan and brush are?”
I’m about to turn away, but he takes my hand. “I was taken by surprise, that was all. I’m sorry.”
I hate it when people don’t say it how it is. “You were disgusted, Dean. I saw it on your face. Surprised disgust, and I get it. It’s cool. Let’s just move on.”
He opens his mouth, then closes it with a nod. “Yes. Okay. I was. But I was wrong to be. I know that now. The deal you made was to protect others. He’s abusing you, using you, and we have to stop him.”
My throat is tight because he doesn’t know the half of it. He doesn’t know how much I crave Jasper’s touch and how much that need disgusts me. He’ll never understand the fucked-up dynamic between me and the spirit attached to my soul. Which highlights just why I can’t do this with him. Yeah, he hasn’t said anything, but I can see it in his eyes. He wants to pick up where we left off. He wants dinner and romance and me. He wants me, but there can never be an us. Not while I’m linked to Jasper. The malevolent spirit won’t allow it.
“I’ve got it under control.” I tug my fingers from his grip and place both hands on my hips. “Let’s forget it, and let’s just move on as friends.”
“Friends?” He frowns. “Cora, I’m not going to be scared off by that thing.”
Irritation flares in my chest, and I’m not entirely sure why. “That thing is a part of me. Probably will be for