She gave an excited squeal and bounced up and down a little. "Feel free to use another language to express yourself."
Without thinking, the language of angels flowed from his mouth, describing exactly what he was feeling.
She gasped. "Oh my God I understood you!" She covered her mouth and laughed, seeming overjoyed.
It made him all the more ravenous for her. "Walk for me love. I want to see you for a few seconds more in it."
"Seconds?" She obliged him with those cute giggles. Her face lit up with so much joy and love. For him. With him. His heart ached.
"That's enough."
She stopped and looked over her shoulder.
"What do you have beneath that?"
She gave him a small smile and lowered her lashes.
"You are so fucking beautiful. I'm dying here."
"Fine. Undress me now."
Lyght's instincts took over and before he could think, it was too late. The threads of her dress disintegrated into shimmering mist, leaving her in a cloud of spun diamond air. Lyght swept his arm right, creating a blast of wind that gave him just what he wanted. Her and only her. Naked. Skin shimmering with the residue of her gown, breasts heaving with excitement. Posed like a queen, regal in all the Universes.
His queen.
His bride.
His wife.
Lyght's own wedding robe, designed of pure spun diamond, became like air. And he walked through the haze of it, toward her. Her eyes lowered slowly over his body. Yes. He liked that look on her face. Desire. Need. Passion.
No shame.
Only love.
When he stood exactly before her, staring down into her face, she whispered, breathless, "Dance with me."
Dance?
She slid her palms over his stomach and up his chest, then circled his shoulders, never breaking eye contact with him. He could feel the power in her, ready and willing. And more than able to sustain his passion.
"I don't know how to dance." He stroked his fingers over her erect breasts.
Her eyes rolled shut. "Like that. Yes."
Like that?
Lyght couldn't stand the hunger any longer. He slid his hands over her sides then gripped her waist hard and lifted her body so her breasts met his mouth. He sucked her plump flesh, sounding like a disgraceful pig. First the one, then the other, then back to the one, then the other. He couldn't stop, she felt like heaven in his mouth and he'd waited for eternity to get there and didn't want to ever bloody leave it. Ever. He lifted her higher, her weight nothing for him, sucking her bellybutton. She held on to his hair, gasping and making all of those delicate sounds that drove him bloody out of his mind.
She soon began to grunt and moan in effort to kneel on his shoulders. She finally managed, putting her secrets in reach of his hunger.
He created a chair with his hands for her gorgeous ass to sit on while she moved all over his mouth.
"Yes, that dance, yes."
Oh that dance! Lyght growled with hunger, sucking her carefully one second then recklessly the next, loving the cries she gave, loving the control he had over her pleasure. And loving the bloody hell out of how she bucked in his hands, her muscles contracting with every thrust of her hips.
"I need you in me. Now!"
Lyght allowed her to slide down his body, right onto his waiting cock. She arched her back, jutting her breasts toward him as she cried out in delicious shock. Lyght devoured them, holding her lower body tight to his while fighting to not end the dance in that second. Their ragged breaths mingled, rough and lusty, so fucking perfect.
"Do me. Do me Lyght. Make me scream." She raked her nails along his shoulder and kissed him, her tongue insisting he obey, stroking over his with an aggression that made him light-headed. He bucked his hips hard, growling at the shriek she gave and the yes, like that.
He found a wall and put her against it, their lips locked, their tongues dueling for more taste.
"Give it to me," she whispered. "Fuck me."
Dear God. Lyght bit her lower lip with a growl and grabbed her shoulders. Then he fucked her hard. Until she screamed his name. Yes. Just like she begged him to. Until she screamed, Lyght, Lyght, Lyght. Until he exploded inside her, and she came apart around him, and they both drowned in a waterfall of ecstasy.
For glorious seconds, they were lost in that space only divine lovers were allowed. Home. That's where they were. In their eternal home.
A sob filled his ears and when Kassie gasped, he realized it was his own. He clutched her tightly and buried his face in her neck as he fought the avalanche of emotion. "Shhh, let it come," she whispered. "Don't fight it."
Her words cut the sliver of control he had and he released the insanely strange feelings pent up inside him, crying, no sobbing, like a child who'd been lost for years and finally returned home. "Bloody hell." He growled. "Fountain of heaven sprung a leak."