At first glance, the appliances looked like black enamel but the surface had an odd depth which, on closer examination, turned out to be translucent stone that darkened progressively to a black center.
"They're made of diamond, like the rest of the house." Lyght looked around like a child proud of a just completed project.
Kassie fought to drag enough air into her lungs but despite the effort her vision started to go black around the edges.
"You're going to hyperventilate sweetheart," Lyght whispered with a gentle smile.
She gasped a faint laugh and covered her mouth, gaze landing on the diamond faucet in the sink. Unbelievable. The diamond cabinet doors were translucent, nearly clear, while the bases were in solid hues of cloudy black to match the appliances and floor. The walls were breathtaking in swirling delicate pink rose entwined with other shades of pink ranging from near-white to deep mauve.
"I'm…I'm…"
"Pleased? Do say you love it, I toiled for many minutes designing it, wanting it perfect for you."
Minutes? She laughed outright in amazement. Surely he was joking.
He went to the fridge and opened it. "I filled it with all the foods you love." He turned to the diamond wall next to him and touched a depression. The surface slid inside itself, uncovering shelves—diamond, of course—full of baskets that appeared to be woven from long flexible diamond reeds in various complementary colors.
"They hold every sort of food not needing refrigeration." His voice rose slightly with growing panic, prompting Kassie to inspect his beautiful face and find it lined with worry.
She quickly went to him, wanting to clear any trace of fear from his mind. How did one dispel worry from…from an angel? The very idea seemed ludicrous in more ways than one.
She touched his arm and he devoured the gesture by pulling her into a hungry embrace. "I'm…I'm truly dumbfounded with amazement," she whispered, suddenly forgetting everything except those diamond eyes boring into hers.
"Are you? Truly?" The nearly reverent tone he used stirred feelings of acute tenderness within her.
She nodded falling the rest of the way into his arms. "Yes."
His eyes glowed with that agonizing need from earlier. "Dumbfounded…is a good thing?"
She barely nodded with another whispered yes.
"Thank God." He slowly lowered his mouth to hers.
****
Lyght struggled to focus. "I need to talk to you." After several long moments spent devouring Kassie's mouth, he moved to her neck, unable to keep from tasting.
"Talk to me."
The desperate need in her voice drew a groan from Lyght. Talk to me. And she didn't mean with words. But with his body. More of what he was doing. She'd said make love to me in his mind, and his body acted on it, hands splaying over her bottom, pulling her firmly into his own exceedingly hard need.
She gasped in his ear and lifted her leg in a slow caress along his thigh.
To Lyght, it seemed only right to help her get it higher. Hell, it would feel even more right to have them wrapped around him. He must have spoken the thought aloud because she wordlessly agreed and eagerly straddled his waist, clinging to his neck with sultry moans. The desperation in her sweet voice left him utterly powerless not to answer.
Lyght was suddenly in danger. Her sex undulated right against his abs and he was mere milliseconds away from dissolving their clothes and sheathing his cock inside her sweet body.
Pleasure. Pleasure is what she needed. He'd have to wait. God, help him.
He laid her on the table and she gasped when the annoying fabric hiding her body from him went poof. Lyght dropped his head back and growled through the power vibrating through him, the sound of an angel on fire. With a thought he opened her legs wide, not in the mood to wait another bloody second. She needed his tongue on her an eternal five minutes ago.
Lyght blew warm breath over her secrets, letting her scent intoxicate him in the strange way that it did. Never in all his existence had he been effected in such a way. The scent of her. Unique in all the Universes. He whispered his tongue over her beautiful ache, the sound of her pleasure more angelic than anything he'd ever heard. And Father in heaven. The taste of his…wife. Her essence was a divine fingerprint on his spirit. And it moved him like the hand of God.
And obedience came so very easily and certainly.
His sweet Kassie held his head, her fingers demanding he not leave until he fulfilled her. Nothing could move him from that spot. His hunger to bring her to climax surged and he thrust his tongue inside her, tasting her approaching orgasm. Her essence became sharper, more impossibly addictive. Lyght growled and groaned his way through the fearful amount of desire pounding in his every angelic cell and pore. He allowed a bit into his lips and tongue, feeling his diamond radiance growing perfectly hot.