More base instinct bubbled to the surface, rising from long-term storage in his subconscious over the countless millennia as an archangel. A warrior. He beheld in his mind and spirit the glowing white seal he'd willingly bound himself with, a creed forbidding him to these very senses. She stood at that forbidden chasm, calling forth the ancient ceremonial seal with her delicate moans. He watched in awe, as the holy binding on his soul shattered, and its infinite might crumbled beneath the power of her passionate kiss.
The instinct to hold that age-old tie together surfaced, only to be obliterated by her whimpers and the sudden influx of information surging through her. She needed him to…taste her.
God, yes. Yes, taste her. The hunger was contagious and if Lyght didn't fulfill her need, and his, immediately, there would be anarchy. He pushed her lips open to eagerly comply. The microscopic fragment of his mind still capable of function remained aware of her injuries and provided restraint.
All in the span of a millisecond, his being opened to her, drawing her spiritual essence deep, even as he savored the physical. She was succulent…sweet, just as he imagined she'd be. He tasted more, stroking his tongue along and over hers, delicately exploring the various textures. The sounds of her response to him was another maddening delicacy altogether.
In answer to unspoken prompts, he skimmed his hands up along her curves in the barest whisper of a caress until he held her face again, firmer, his gentle kiss becoming bold and demanding, bringing her moans and whimpers to an erotic level, making him rabid with that strange hunger.
He began to devour with urgency, his fingers splaying wide on her face. Eternity spent kissing her that way would be only a drop in the bucket of his need. He had to have her. Now. All of her. God, yes, more of those sounds. He'd never heard anything like them, but instinct told him she should make those utterances each and every day. Many, many times. It was better than joy, it was…just better than anything he knew of. No doubt Eden had echoed similarly when the first couple came together because no other passion could possibly be more pure than what lay between Kassie and himself.
"Lyght." Her gasp vibrated with desperation, proclaiming her need more clearly than any words possibly could.
Bloody hell! He was branded. That erotic tone combined with her sweet spirit burned right onto his soul, a new seal, making him swear to bring that song from her lips, from her being, over and over like a fervent prayer, yes, a chant, with her naked and protected beneath him.
The image of her sprawled before him, writhing in pleasure and crying out in that glory, shocked him back to reality. He broke the kiss, gasping on the insane magnitude of the unfamiliar power that pulsated within him. It was almost as if…she were some unthinkable natural force and his entire being craved to plug into her, to experience some degree of that transcendence. Not even the risk of implosion, becoming a cloud of gaseous molecules, would deter him from tasting her passion to the fullest.
He stared at her, chest heaving for breath, mind racing in a billion directions to process everything, all to no avail. How could his Brothers have left him so woefully unprepared, so incompetent, for this moment? For surely what he felt, and what was happening to him, must be the most pivotal moment of his part of the mission. And he faced it with nothing more than the miniscule preparation offered by a few textbook-like treatises on human sexuality and human reproduction.
Kassie stood there, silky lips swollen and parted, glistening with his kiss, eyes closed and brows furrowed in aching ecstasy. Her pulse fluttered wildly at the base of her throat while her breasts rose and fell in rhythm with her labored breath.
All within the same millisecond, he took a cursory inventory of his own physical responses, from elevated pulse to increased temperature. Every muscle within his body was painfully tight, as if poised for urgent response to some threat, while his skin fairly throbbed in an echo of his pulse. His entire lower body felt taut and full, uncomfortable and restless, needing to move, all becoming more intense with each heartbeat and settling into a pulsating mass in the center of his body, threatening to erupt from his groin. The need to sink that part of himself into her held him suspended, powerless. Holy. Hell.
So this is what has my strongest Brothers on their knees before their human women. What a fucking rush. He could easily prostrate himself before Kassie for the opportunity to experience one millionth of the exhilaration rolling through his being at that moment.
Father help him.
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Kassie paused to take in her surroundings. The little shoebox kitchen had no wall-mounted cabinetry. Instead, free standing utility cabinets, each designed for a specific kitchen use, served that duty. The white and red enamel baker's cabinet held drawer bins for flour and sugar and other dry ingredients. A heavy wood bread board topped off the lower storage area, with a coffee grinder attached at one end and a built in salt cellar, egg tray, and waste basin sat at the other end.