forgot to breathe. I weakened and didn’t resist when he lowered me to the mattress.
“He’ll exploit you so bad you won’t remember your own name when he’s done with you. The servants of the devil…”
Feathery light, he teased my neck, producing goose bumps that ran down my body and puckered my nipples. A luminous lock fell over a closed lid as his lips danced over mine. Sweeter than my worries, his body pressed against me.
“He’s a demon who wants to possess you and lies to you in order to get his way.”
His tongue sketched a trail from my collarbone to my chest. I arched, wanting him closer, much closer. His hardness, right there. My heart drummed out a savage beat, but my thoughts stuttered and slowed.
No tomorrow. No consequences.
He drew away, studying me, and I squirmed under his still body. “ Are you a fallen angel? Am I a daughter of man you find attractive like that awful man said?”
“No, I’m not a fallen or a demon. But I do find you attractive—Gaia, you’re irresistible to me.”
His kisses found my cleavage, creating a spasm in my stomach.
“Gabriel, what he said…”
“What, sunshine…” A glimpse of aquamarine flickered before his eyes shuttered again. I tasted salt on his lips. It would intoxicate me forever.
“Your real name…what is it?”
“He was wrong about so many things. Mine is a common name. It’s Gabriel, and I am your guardian angel.”
Flipped in a blur, I found myself straddling his lap on the edge of the bed. Cradling my neck in one of his palms, he leaned me back. My face was an open book in this position. It was as if he could peer into every thought I had.
Unnerving.
“Gaia, you’re my daughter of Eve. The fallen angels were cast out, and they did take the ones they wanted as if they were their wives.”
“They did?” My voice was a husky whisper.
“Yes, but the daughters of man didn’t choose to be with them. The Fallen Ones compelled them, so they had no choice. Sunshine, I would never do that to you—dazzle you.”
My vision clouded. Through the mist, the outline of his features shone with an amber glow.
“Why do you want me, Gabriel? I don’t understand. Of all people, why me?” A tear snaked down my cheek, and I watched him shake his head.
“I’ve been the guardian of thousands of humans, but I’ve never felt this way about someone before.” He smoothed my forehead with two fingertips. They moved on to dip into my tear.
“What about your own kind? Another angel?”
He laughed quietly. “It’s different. No.”
I couldn’t release him yet. I needed one more minute. My doubts meant nothing when my hands pressed over his heart. He let himself fall softly to the bed. I curled on top of him and soaked in his scent, his face, the soft feel of his hair. I kissed him again and again.
Gabriel had all the time in the world, and he savored it. Light fingertips painted tight patterns on the surface of my flesh. Unhurried, he traced my ribs, the side of my breasts.
I touched him like I’d never even fantasized. I memorized every muscle then dipped my hands under his untucked shirt to stroke the warmth of his skin.
A sharp intake of air and a slow blink revealed his desire. But most of the time he kept his gaze on my face, drinking in my bliss and my sorrow.
I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. I should be responsible, listen to those who loved me. Why was it so hard to do?
“God, this hurts.”
“Hush, sun. I’ll watch over you. You will move on and be happy.” Cupping my cheeks, Gabriel lifted his head. He kissed my eyelids, undeterred by my sobs.
When I opened my eyes, he was gone. No trace of him remained on the bed. Like a crazy person, I got up and roamed the room, searching for a residual shimmer—anything.
I’d asked for this, and Gabriel had granted my wish. Now my scream had to be contained. I rushed back to the bed and killed it with my pillow. How could you fly so high and plunge so deep in a single
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