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He wasn’t. He kept me there, rather easily, with his grasp, though he had switched to one hand.

The other snaked under my knee, lifting my leg high, skewing my body so that he brushed new bunches of secret flesh as he fucked me. I put my mouth to his shoulder, in lieu of having hands, and bit him as the second orgasm rushed over me and pulled me under. I bit him none too gently and heard him make a sound that made me smile in the dark. That spark of pain had him toeing the line between being in control and losing it.

“I had to make sure everything was good for you,” he said, flipping me before I could track his motion. The world twirled around me and there I was, on hands and knees, ass high in the air, Alex’s huge hands on my hips as he pushed into me from behind, anchoring me with his firm touch. He tugged me back to him even as he drove forward with greedy thrusts. The less refined side of him had my stomach dipping with crazy nerves and my blood hummed in my ears like feedback.

Because he’s leaving. He had to make sure everything was good for you and now he’ll leave.

After a goodbye fuck, of course…

I bit my tongue, refusing to give into pity as he moved faster and faster, his fingers sliding over the skin of my bottom. His finger pressed the small star of my anus and he pushed just enough of his finger in so that sparkles of bittersweet, unexpected pain flared in my body. “Not because I’m leaving,”

he said, moving more aggressively. Truly taking me, claiming me with the harsh overtone of this encounter. “Because I’m staying.

because I realized I can’t leave. Because I saw you over all the things there were to see for a reason. You stood out to me for a reason, out of all the souls, all the people. And
you
, Harper, are the reason I belong here.” His voice broke and he pushed me so my face was flush on the mattress. When he came, I came with him, crying into my pillow, but realizing it was a relief cry, not pain.

Alex collapsed flush on me, squeezing the air from my lungs with his weight so that I wheezed in a most unattractive way. It made me laugh. I lay under him, the pounding of his heart on my shoulder blade, the heat of him covering me. He laughed softly at my hysterical snickers. “What’s so funny?”

“I made a sound like a deflating pool toy.”

He twined his fingers in mine, stretching my arms, pinning me to the bed, spread-eagle, face down, I don’t think I’d ever been so comfortable. “I’m crushing you. But I’ll move in a moment.”

“It’s fine. Where did you go?” I breathed shallowly. I smiled. I was suffocating but thrilled.

“I went across the street. To set them straight,” he said in my ear. Alex kissed the back of my neck and I shivered, my scalp tingling with the sensation of him.

I finally did turn, but he didn’t move off me, he simply let me lay under him facing up instead of down. “Why over there?”

“I told them you are available once a season. One day out of each season, four times a year, they can come for help or to be heard. Beyond that, you are off-limits. You have a life.”

“Wow. Did it work?”

He grinned. “Of course it worked. I’m an angel. It seems helping you get control of your gift and your urge to help is part of my mission, too. That and falling for you.”

I blushed, turned away. He took my face, gently, turned it back. “I love you, Harper.”

“I…” I swallowed.

“I love you, Harper. And I know now I came here
to
love you. And I will tell you that I love you a thousand times a day until you feel safe telling me you love me, too.”

“But what if I…” I swallowed again. I would not cry. Not, not, not!

“You will. You’ll tell me, because you do. You love me,” he said. He grinned. He kissed me.

Something in me melted and something else in me flared up like a fire sparking in a fire pit.

“You’re so sure of that?” I asked, curling myself in on him.

“Yep. I am. And I’m sure of something else too.” He palmed my ass, pulling me in,.

I didn’t think I’d ever,
ever
get tired of feeling him against me.

“What’s that? That you want me again?” I asked, trying to joke but sounding all sexpot and breathy.

“Well, yeah. That. That’s always a given.” His tongue tangled with mine and heat flushed my cheeks. “But that wasn’t it.”

He pulled me flush to him, my back nestled to his front. His arms came around me, his lips to the back of my neck. I wiggled in and he groaned his fresh arousal. I laughed.

“What was it then?”

“That you are going to be very, very busy once a season.”

I laughed. “You’ll help me?”

“Always.”

I shut my eyes, knowing that part of my fear was I’d wake and find Alex gone.

Gone back to heaven. But then I realized that I could wake to find anyone in my life gone. It was the risk that came with love. New or burgeoning or well-tended love. It was all about the trust. “I trust you,” I blurted.

“And you love me,” he said.

“Oh, you’re so sure of that. You are all knowing, are you?” In my mind I saw him taking me from behind again. I had liked the feel of bending to his will, of him taking me and making me his. I smiled secretively, touching his leg.

“Yes, I am all knowing. I know that soon I’m going to do exactly what you just imagined and that you love me.”

I blushed, laughed, wiggled again. “How long does this mind reading thing last?”

“The longer I’m incarnate the less it becomes. It’ll get weaker and weaker each day.”

“Whew.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s kind of intrusive, but for now, just for a bit, can I enjoy it?”

“Sure.” The more I tried to keep the dirty thoughts out of my head, the faster they came. My mouth on his cock, his mouth on me, him taking me oh…anywhere! On the steps, against the wall, in the kitchen, in the tub. It went on and on, flashing through my mind at fast forward. “Enjoy,” I managed.

“Yeah. Let’s start working through those one by one.” He sat up and tugged me up with him.

“What? You peeked again. Where are we going?” I balked, but my body did an allover tremble of excitement. Alex Church the angel did strange things to me.

“To the tub of course. And the steps…and the living room…”

“Oh, I like the way you think. Or should I say I like the way you spy?”

“Either or. And don’t forget…you love me,” he said, nudging me toward my brand new bathroom door.

“How could I forget?” I sighed.

“You never will,” he said and pushed me over the threshold, pressing me to the wall, kissing me hard with his hands in my hair. “I won’t let you.”

For some reason I believed him, knew he spoke the truth But I am a sensitive. I know these things.

About the Author

Sommer Marsden writes from her cozy Baltimore home, which she shares with a very patient family and a chunky wiener dog. She’s widely published in the erotica genre. Her work has appeared in dozens of anthologies, multiple magazines and on numerous websites. When she’s not writing, you can find her haunting thrift stores, walking, drinking red wine and eating frozen blueberries. Often simultaneously. Visit Sommer at her blog, Smut Girl (www.smutgirl.blogspot.com), to keep up with her dirty ramblings and daily updates about her life of controlled chaos.

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