Summon Lyght(93)

He confirmed he had the silver cord connecting her to Kassie and followed it. "Let's just find her. I need to know she's okay."

"Where should I go next?"

Lyght felt useless. He looked around, trying to see more than what she showed him. Another angel in the vicinity even. Nothing, not even darkness. "I don't bloody know." He raked a hand through his hair and pointed. "In that direction."

Sam looked and chewed on her lower lip. "Maybe…she's gone to…"

"Which way is Miya's home?"

"That way."

Hope surged through Lyght when she pointed in the direction the cord went. "Go there. Maybe she's there."

"Why would she be?"

"Because…" Lyght looked down, feeling foolish. "We shared our first real kiss there." As if she gave a bloody hell about that. Probably the last place she'd be.

"It's worth a try. Come on."

Lyght put his hand in hers and she squeezed it reassuringly before flashing them to the front of the little house.

A light glowed at the back window and Lyght ran up the steps, threw open the door, then hurried to the kitchen. He gasped when Kassie ran out at the same moment and passed right through him. "Shit." He spun and watched her go to the front door, look around and shut it back, locking it.

"She can't see us?" Sam whispered.

"Or hear." He followed Kassie back to the kitchen, his body hurting from being so close to her and not able to touch. She shuffled to the room they'd shared, climbed in the bed, and curled up under the covers. Lyght laid next to her, watching her. And then he couldn't watch because she was crying. Then sobbing. He sat at the edge of the bed feeling like he was being tormented in the deepest part of hell. God, help her. Please. Help me.

It seemed like an eternity before she quit crying. Lyght laid next to her when she was asleep and stared at her beautiful face, longing to touch her. Kiss her. He closed his eyes finally only to snap them open when he heard her whimpering again. Shit. Not another round of torture, please.

She moaned and fretted and Lyght realized she was dreaming. She tossed and turned and then it happened. The unthinkable. Her hand connected with him. His heart froze as he watched and listened. Kassie let out a sigh and slid her arm over him, drawing close to his body until she clung tight, her limbs wrapped in his. He fought not to breathe and wake her. He couldn't bear it if she stopped.

With every second, her moans became more content and soft. Lyght carefully moved to hold her closer. He could actually feel her. God. Thank you. Tears filled his eyes and he pressed his lips to her hair. "I love you," he barely whispered. How long he'd waited to tell her. He should have told her before. He hadn't wanted to scare her away more than he had. And now he didn't care, he just needed to tell her like a wound needed to bleed.

She responded with a soft moan and slid her leg up his. His heart raced madly as her hand stroked over his chest becoming firmer. His clothes suddenly disappeared off of him and for a second he wondered if he had his powers. Then he realized it hadn't been him, no power had moved inside him. This was her.

Afraid it would vanish any second, Lyght laid still and let her have her way, praying she wouldn't stop. "Lyght," she whimpered, her lips joining her fingers now, kissing along his chest like she'd been searching the world over for him and thought she'd never find him again. Lyght couldn't keep his hands off of her. He pulled her lips to his and took them with a disgraceful hunger. He flipped her beneath him, his manhood finding her warm entrance and sliding in. Their gasps were one and the sound reminded him of two lovers denied too long. She clung to him with a fervor that renewed his spirit, set his pace to desperate and furious. "Kassie, God, baby!" Lyght plunged in and out of her, amazed with her strength, amazed with the glorious way she met his feral thrusts.

"Do it, do it, yes," she cried in his ear. "Oh God, yes, fuck me Lyght, fuck me harder. I love you, I love you!"

She screamed the words and shattered Lyght's world. He released a roar of ecstasy unlike any he'd ever known or felt.

He became aware that his power had returned to him. He gasped in relief and kissed her, laughing.

Tightness suddenly clamped his chest and slowly leeched into the rest of his body. He realized she was crying.

"No," he whispered. "Kassie, don't, please, don't cry, baby, please, stop." Lyght felt the tightness grow through his body like a hand squeezing him slowly. And then she was gone. She was there, but he couldn't touch her. She was there, sitting at the edge of the bed, holding her head in her hands.

Shock slowly took him as he realized it. This wasn't a bad reaction to his humanity. This was Kassie. This was Kassie's reaction to his angelic power. She was causing this. She had him in this prison. And she had the power to take him out.