“And how do you think I can help?”
He projected himself towards her, running invisible fingers down the line of her back. Lily jumped, turning towards the touch, but when Sam chuckled to himself, she stopped, staring at the location of his voice.
“Why won’t you turn the light on?” she asked, her voice a lot more shaky now.
“I like the dark. And you haven’t answered my question, sweetheart. Why ask me for help?”
“Because Micah said…” She shut her eyes, breathing harder as his invisible hands cupped the firm globes of her ass.
“What?” He sent his voice so it was right against her ear. His breath moved the fine hairs behind it. She gasped and tilted her head back towards the imagined mouth but found nothing there but air.
“He said you weren’t human.” She blurted out the words.
“And yet you’re still here.”
She shivered again but didn’t answer. Her arms closed around her chest in a defensive motion. He wondered if she realised it also pushed her breasts together and upwards, offering them to him in an ageless gesture. He let his awareness drift close, inspecting them under the material. Her nipples were pinched with arousal, hard points ready for his touch, his mouth.
“What do you think I am, Lily?”
She shuddered and closed her eyes. “A demon.”
Clever girl, clever, clever girl. “What makes you think that?”
Lily swallowed hard and opened her eyes again, grey and sharp as knives. They looked inside him, knew him. Oh yes, she knew him. “The way you move. The way you are. The things you do. And the way Micah hates you.”
Sam chuckled and she flinched. “Yes, Micah hates me.”
“Because you change things around me. You stop the spirits coming through. You make me feel safe and so terribly unsafe at the same time.”
“And what does that make Micah?”
“An angel.” She didn’t even hesitate.
The world around them shifted. For a moment he feared that an imbalance threatened, but she had worked it out herself. No one had told her. The seconds slid by and nothing happened.
Dammed-up blood pounded in his head. Sam took a deep breath in and then slowly let it out. It rippled across the space between then, touching her intimately, stirring her arousal. Her eyes flew open, clear and bright, the grey of polished silver, frightened and at the same time aroused.
Sex and danger made for interesting bedfellows, as Lily was just starting to find out.
“He’s right, isn’t he?” she asked. “I can feel you. Even though you’re standing all the way over there. I can feel you up against me, touching me, inside me. Help me, Sam. Please.”
Words like that were his weakness. He loved to hear a woman beg. And more. He would give her everything she was begging for, whether she knew what that was or not.
“What’s in it for me?” he growled, letting the right hint of danger bleed into his voice.
“What do you want?” she asked, her nerves ringing like bells.
And at the same time, he sensed her arousal intensify.
“Take off your top,” he told her.
“Sam?”
“You heard me.”
Lily hesitated, and then, with hands shaking so hard she could barely undo the buttons, began to obey.
Damn, she was naturally good at obedience. Nervous, sheltered, hiding from the world, from her gift, from everything, she stepped into the role with incredible ease. Sam had already made love to her, but this was something more. Much more. This was his first step.
The material dropped to the floor where, hours earlier, Lara had knelt, sucking him off.
“And your bra,” he continued without missing a beat. Lily’s hands moved deftly to release the back, and the wisp of lace slid down the length of her arms and onto the top of the blouse.
She wrapped her arms around herself again and this time the view of her breasts was even better.
“Sam, we can just go to bed,” she said tentatively. “If that’s what you want.”
“Be quiet. If you want my help, Lily, you’re going to be silent. And you’re going to do what I tell you. Everything I tell you. Then we’ll discuss terms. Do you agree?”
She swallowed hard, and the pulse in her throat leaped a little faster. She was so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. At the sight, Sam’s body strained, aching for her. Damn Asmodeus and his lust spells. Damn them all for sending him here, to do this, and more. And Sam damned himself most of all.
“For how long?”
That brought another smile to his lips. She was a smart girl, one he could not afford to underestimate. Tempting as it was to step in and take total control right now, she’d flee and find some other way to get to her angel. No, he’d be patient. Careful. Dominant, yes, but also giving.
“Two hours.” He’d make them both the longest and shortest two hours of her life, he promised himself. He’d make her curse when the time was up.
Lily nodded.
“Do you agree? You need to say it out loud, Lily.”
“I agree, Sam.” The words were sweeter than the song of the heavenly choirs. “I’ll do whatever you want for two hours, if you’ll help me.”
“Take off your jeans.”
Lily unbuttoned the fly and slid the indigo denim down her long legs, kicking them off with her shoes. She stood there with only a wisp of lace covering her sex. Her creamy skin glowed for him in the darkness.
“Turn around,” he told her.
She moved at once, turning her back to him so he could admire the perfect sweep of her side, the flare of her hips and the way her hair hung down, teasing her spine.
“Put your hands flat on the door in front of you.”
She had to lean forward a little, which pushed her shapely ass out towards him. She stood with her feet apart, waiting for his touch, breathing hard in anticipation.
Sam took his time getting there, watching her body as he approached. She was afraid but ready, so unbelievably ready, both for this and for him. Questions were buzzing around her head, but she stayed silent. Her breasts, thrust out by the angle, trembled. Sam shed his clothes with a single thought and brought his hands around to cup those perfect breasts, filling his palms while at the same time fitting his body against the entire length of her. Lily’s breath escaped in a single cry which she bit back.
Sam ran his fingertips down her skin, across the slight curve of her stomach and over her ass, using them to circle her pelvis slowly against the iron of his cock. She needed to know how ready he was for her, and that he was prepared to wait so that this could be more than simply good for them both. She needed to know that it would only be hers when he was ready.
She pushed back against him and Sam took a step away, out of her reach.
“I didn’t tell you to move, Lily. Stay still. No matter what.”
He thought he heard a frustrated sob, but he let it go. There was no way she would stay completely silent. Not yet. That took training and it was early days.
Yes, this was going to be fun.
Slipping his hand down the front of her panties, he combed his fingers through the curls, deftly parting her lips. She was ready for him. Slick and honeyed, skin like velvet melting beneath his touch. He slid a finger inside her, working it within her for an endless moment before withdrawing. She shuddered against him and he smiled, pressing his lips to the skin of her shoulder, his cock pushing against her ass, caught in between the cheeks, cradled there.
He pressed that same finger against her clit. It was aroused and hard, throbbing against his touch. But he moved on. He swirled around it, teasing her without touching, without the hope of release. All the time the implied threat of his cock against her anus made the trembling deep inside her grow.
Oh, you’re ready, Lily. You are primed and ready. But not yet. I want so much more from you, sweetheart.
He withdrew his hand but kept his pelvis hard against hers. Gripping both sides of her panties
, he slid them down, only lifting the pressure from his groin long enough to drag the lace by. It teased the length of his cock before snapping down. He let it fall, discarding it on the floor.
“Part your legs,” he instructed huskily. “Wider, Lily.”
She stepped out at once, her balance now entirely reliant on her hands pressed to the painted wood of the door and his hold on her. Her breasts hung down, free of her ribs and he took them in his hands again, playing with them absently. They were full and ripe. Part of him wondered how she’d react to nipple clamps or piercing. The thought set his heart racing harder, and the hunger almost took him. He recalled the sensation earlier in the day when all he wanted to do was grab Lara by the hips and fuck her until he came or she fell apart beneath him.
He pulled on Lily’s taut nipples, pinching them, and she bucked against him, her teeth hard on her lower lip in an effort to keep her silence as instructed. Good girl, he thought, and gentled his touch once more. Yes, she’d respond well to clamps. But not now. There was time enough to come. Tonight was just the beginning.
Stepping back from her, Sam heard her sigh. Teaching her to keep quiet might actually be the most difficult part of all. To everything else she responded instantly and with vigour.
“I’m not going to fuck you yet, sweetheart,” he said in a gentle voice that surprised even him. Carefully, taking his time, he reached around her trembling hips and parted her pubic hair again, trailing his fingertips across the glistening labia. “But I’m going to make you come.” Before she could gather her thoughts or begin to protest, he thrust one finger deep inside her, right to the hilt. Her inner muscles spasmed, gripping him.
Oh yeah, she was ready.
“Stay still for me now,” he reminded her and dropped to one knee so he could look up the length of her. He fingered her hard and fast, deliberately, first with one finger, then two. Above him, her breasts danced and her mouth opened. She made a single quick and desperate sound before clamping her teeth down on the swell of her lower lip again. Sam watched, captivated, as she struggled to obey him in spite of his best efforts to make her lose control.
Sam curled his fingers and brushed against her G-spot. Then, with so studied a movement that it was almost mean, he brought the pad of his thumb up onto her throbbing clitoris, pressing it down hard. She stiffened, her whole body going rigid, her face stretched with desire. Her nails clawed against the door and she came, jerking against his hand. Her knees buckled, but he held her up, flexing his fingers deep inside her and feeling the responding aftershocks.
Sam drew his hand out of her slowly, giving her clitoris another massage as he did so. He lifted himself so he could suckle on her dangling breasts, one after the other. With the nipple and areole in his mouth he sucked hard, flicking the top with his tongue. From deep inside her came a groan, which she struggled to suppress, and he chuckled to himself, his laugh rippling through her.
“Stay there,” he told her again. “Don’t move. And close your eyes. Keep them closed.”
Getting to his feet, he watched her struggle to obey again. She was trembling, exhaustion and reawakening desire working their combined magic on her.
Sam held out his hands, palms up to the ceiling, and summoned a glass dildo, long and slender with a raised ridge spiralling around it, red where the rest was clear. It felt cold to the touch, so very cold in his heated hands. He pressed the tip against her wet cunt.
She bucked, startled by the coldness, by the hardness, but before he could make a move, she thrust herself towards it.
“Greedy girl,” he admonished her and then slid it into her.
Lily moaned and rocked forward to take it all. Sam knelt down in front of her, using one hand to steady her hips, the other to move the dildo in and out. Heat skimmed the surface of her skin. He couldn’t resist it anymore. He reached out with his tongue to lick her clit, swirling the tip around the pulsating nub while the dildo stimulated her inside.
At the same time he reached out with his mind to touch hers, to stimulate it in the same way as his body stimulated hers. She opened to him, welcoming, hungry and ready. At his first touch of consciousness to consciousness, she wrapped herself around him. Deep inside she was a riot of emotions, her body merely a reflection of what was going on in her mind. Images flashed before him, what they were doing now, what they did the other night. Like a strobe in a sex club, he saw himself above her, behind her, filling her and taking her. His mouth made her pant, made her body writhe against him and the cold of the dildo stretched her and filled her.
Sam felt it like his own body, as if he was the one penetrated and succumbing to the dominance of another. He shuddered as he tongued her and that movement transferred to her, setting her off again. This time she fell, no longer able to hold her own weight, but he caught her, holding her up while her orgasms shook her body. He recalled the sensation of her inner muscles closing on him last night, trapping him, milking him, using him for her pleasure.
It was not going to be that way. He pulled her down to the floor, on her knees before him, and pulled out the dildo, casting it aside. She sighed as he did so, in both regret and expectancy. Beyond rational thought now, Sam moved behind her, parting her ass, teasing her with his dexterous tongue. He loved the way she responded, the way her tiny anus panted for him, as hungry as the rest of her.
Soon, he promised himself, so soon.
But now he needed to fuck. Asomodeus’s lust was a faint ember compared to the fire she sparked inside him. He seized her hips, lifting her and sinking deep into her body. His mind still coiled around hers, he felt her welcome the savage entry, knew she didn’t want or need gentleness now. Anything but. She wanted him animal, savage. He shoved her head and shoulders down to the floor. Carpet rasped against her breasts as he took her. This time she couldn’t help herself. She fought for silence, for obedience. Her mind struggled to suppress the need to voice her pleasure and release, but it was like trying to hold quicksilver in her hands.
Sam slammed his body into hers, his balls slapping off her pubis, his fingers digging into her skin. Lily’s cry was ragged and broken. It bounced off the ceiling and walls and spurred his body to come. He froze, only his hips in motion, pumping in and out of her, spilling all he had for her.
From a sweaty tangle of limbs, he lifted his head to find her slumped beneath him. Her eyes were glassy with sated lust and he grinned at her lazily, wondering if he started again right now, would she react. Silly question. She had proved herself just as eager as he. More so perhaps, because she was the one who wanted to fuck the angel. He’d seen it in her mind, her desires, her love. She wanted Micah in every conceivable way.
And so did he.
Sam nipped at the cheek of her ass. She gasped and the arched her back. “Are you ready to make that deal?” he growled against her skin.
“Make the deal?” She lifted her head, confused. “I thought—”
“No, sweetheart,” he laughed throatily. “That was just an appetiser.”
“What else do you want?” Her lips were plump, bruised by her own efforts to keep quiet at his command. They’d never looked more kissable. Or more fuckable.
What else did he want? Everything. Everything she had, everything she was. For some reason he couldn’t get enough of her. Like a drug, an addiction. Even the little he had taken so far just made him hungrier. Like some kind of ravening wolf.
“You want Micah, yes?”
She nodded, her eyes very wide. Oh yes, she wanted him all right. Desperately. She longed for the matchless touch of an angel, even if she didn’t completely realise all that entailed. But she would. Once she got what she wanted, she’d know him for all he was. And it would blow her mind.
To touch her mind during sex had been exhilarating, increasing the experience for both of them. To touch another mind, an angelic mind like his own, one which could touch back, to be a mortal like Lily caught between two such minds…
They had all been angels once.
; “Then you shall have him, Lily,” he said as he kissed her skin again, licking away the salt of her sweat, trailing his tongue up her spine to the nape of her neck. She panted as he pressed her hard against the floor, undulating beneath his weight.
They had all been angels once, before the war in Heaven, before the Fall, before they had been separated. They had lived, mind to mind, body to body, in constant love, in heavenly never-ending wave after wave of bliss.
“You are going have him all to yourself. And then, you’ll share him with me.”
He pressed his cock deeper inside, claiming the G-spot, holding himself there while he circled his hips, pressing her down against the carpet, grinding her into it. They lay there, body to straining body, sweat and tears mingling.
“Is it a deal?” he asked, barely able to keep from shouting the question, demanding the answer. Knowing already what it was.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Chapter Seven
Micah paced the room, knowing where she had gone but not sure why or how long she would be. How could he know? But he could fear. He could dread. Her desire, her arousal, was tangible on the air and he struggled to close himself off from it. Sammael had shielded himself and his bolt-hole from the moment he had arrived. When Lily walked in there, Micah felt the shields grow stronger.
But the demon couldn’t entirely hide her from Micah. He had been attuned to Lily for far too long. It made him weep to feel what she was feeling now, and to recognise the pleasure Sammael was giving her. Raw, animal pleasure.
He pressed his hands to the wall and tried to will light and life to her, only to feel it rebound, wasted.
“Lily, come back to me.”
No answer. Nothing. She was gone and he had failed. Micah pressed his forehead to the wall. He had failed. Through all the years he had but one task, to keep her safe, and he had failed. Worse than failed. He had handed her over to the enemy.
His skin tingled with light, his senses ringing like bells, and he turned to face the column of fire which materialised in the middle of Lily’s living room. “Back again, Metatron?” he said, inclining his head.
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