If she had his powers, she'd know that his body was going crazy in that second, being so close to a woman of such faith. Awareness lay in the back of his mind of the strangeness of his arousal being connected with her faith and prayers. Those qualities should inspire his mind, not his cock. Nonetheless, every time she offered up a simple prayer, or some thought that demonstrated her beliefs, his newly discovered sexual response ratcheted up another notch. Combined with his burgeoning response to physical and emotional stimuli, his desire to possess her engaged his restraint in a very close battle.
Ever since he'd distracted her with that kiss, he'd been unable to stop craving her. Add her praying into that, and he was nearly crippled with the need to taste and touch her, to bring forth those glorious sounds of her passion that haunted his every brainwave. "You prayed to God in the kitchen."
Confusion filled her eyes then slowly cleared with awe. "How do you…"
He leaned in and slid his nose along her cheek, smelling her. "I can hear everything about you." The words quivered with the power flowing through him. "Your faith…" he drew his finger along the rapid pulse in her neck, wanting to taste it, "intoxicates me."
"I-I-'m not…" she gasped, and he pushed her face aside with his and licked along her neck. "I'm not a good person, Lyght, I've done really bad things. Things you couldn't begin to imagine."
He kissed the blasphemous whisper away, dizzy with her beautiful scent, wanting nothing more than to purify her of the lies she suffered from. He swept his tongue along hers, tasting her sweet salty taste, driving back her fears, drawing forth her passion. "You're so good," he gasped in her mouth, his own hungers demanding more. "So much better than you know. I need to kiss you." He feasted at her soft lips, roaming his hungry fingers carefully over her, staying away from her secrets. "I need to kiss you everywhere Kassie. Kiss the bad away."
"Oh God, Lyght," she whimpered, holding on to his shoulders.
The urge to bond with her that second became nearly unbearable with those words. His name, God's name, those sounds. "Please, I beg you," he said, raining hungry kisses along her cheek and forehead, then neck. "I just want—need—to kiss you all over, nothing more."
Lyght knew what he asked was dangerous. She was still vulnerable from the traumas she'd endured. He knew how to navigate that nightmare with his powers, to ensure he didn't trigger the wrong emotions, but could he trust himself with such a delicate operation? With the way he felt in that second, he sincerely had to wonder. Uncertainty was as foreign a concept to him as the insane need to use his lips and tongue to heal her. The only thing he knew for certain at the moment was his need for her consent.
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Kassie's legs were butter. Kiss her all over…nothing more? Why nothing more?
"It's what you need right now." His voice cracked, thick with want.
Suddenly all she could think of was giving this angel what he wanted and needed. She pulled his lips to hers, loving the feel of his smooth firm skin, and kissed him back the way a woman in love kisses her man. "Do it to me." The plea sounded muffled in his mouth and he groaned, scooping her off her feet.
As he laid her on the bed, reality hit. "I-I'm not…"
"Shhh, stop." He sat on the bed next to her.
"But I'm—"
He stifled her words with a passionate kiss, derailing her thoughts. "Perfect," he whispered, pulling up after a moment, his lips not leaving hers entirely. He softly nibbled his way to her chin, working down to her neck. His tongue and teeth glided over her, sending a wave of shudders rolling through her body and a steady current of fire to her core.
She laid there, both hands clenched next to her head as he kissed her, torn between desire and anticipation of his touch, and dread that he would be disappointed with her, that she wouldn't live up to his expectations. He deserved a woman as perfect as him, not some wrinkled old whore
And just exactly how much of her did he plan to kiss? Surely not—
He licked the hollow of her collarbone, sending an inferno rushing across her skin. "All of you. Every inch."
Her body stiffened with alarm. "Oh God, you can't…"
Cool air swept across skin that should be covered and at the same time Lyght groaned. "Oh my God," she gulped, realizing she—no, wait. She wasn't naked even though it felt like she was at first. A thin layer of shimmering something insubstantial covered her. Like warm mist rested weightlessly on her skin, supported only by the high points of her body.
She clenched her eyes shut, knowing he was seeing all the glaring flaws. Even more than two decades later, her bikini cut C-section scar was still a thick red line and her belly never did go entirely away. Of course she wouldn't change it, since she'd won those scars giving life to her precious daughter, but she had hoped they would fade a little with time as the doctor had promised. But when Carrington decided to beat the hell out of her only a few weeks after Samantha's birth and her incision ruptured, the damage was rendered permanent.