Divinity: Transcendence: Book Two (The Divinity Saga) (46 page)

I supposed it was because h
e was right about the healing waters. His injury had improved since he removed the bandages and the sling. The new skin was just as smooth and flawless as the rest of him.

Though ruined, his wings were sti
ll magnificent. His feathers were streaked with angry dark markings. I figured that the symbols must represent his sins, but the majority of his feathers were still pure white and lined with delicate, gilded edges.

He remained still,
curiously watching me with a smirk, as I began to admire all seven feet of his glorious tanned body. The heat of him intensified, and I heard him begin to breathe deeply, maybe anticipating my move this time.

We made eye conta
ct briefly as I waded around him to better marvel at his wings, though they both remained relaxed and folded in. His head was cocked slightly, and he continued to watch me with humor in his eyes. He made no move to fully turn around, or even ask what I was doing; allowing me full reign over him.

I reached out
, tracing my fingers softly around the firm ridges of flesh along his back, which seamlessly formed the base root of each wing. He shuddered slightly and softly moaned, as my fingertips lightly brushed his skin. It felt like hot silk, glistening with both water and perspiration, which accentuated every hollow, curve, ridge, and bulge of the taut muscles that lie beneath.

He sighed deeply
, and I felt an immediate sensation between my own legs. It stimulated a pleasurable tingling, vibration that spread up into my groin, and my breath caught softly.

I released
a sigh that came out as more of a moan and I licked my lips.

His heat
was like an aphrodisiac, making me shiver with mounting lust. Desire warmed my blood, pumping heat throughout my veins and straight into all my nerve endings, which hardened my nipples.

“Is this your version of seduction?” He asked softly.

The hard beating of my heart was breaking up the steady breaths that I tried to maintain when I spoke, “Seduction? I should ask you the same thing. What was that?” I referred to his brief assault of pleasure on me just a moment ago.

“Did you forget what kind of fallen I am?” He replied.

I paused.

My e
xcitement was building even more at his reminder.

“
No, I haven’t forgotten. I’ve just always been curious.”

“Curious?
About which part?” He repeated with a raised brow.

“Your wings.”

“Does this curious exploration go both ways? I’ve been curious too, and for a lot longer than you have.” He turned his head to look down at me, giving me a naughty grin.

“I don’t have wings.” I
smiled to humor him.

“No, you have something even more precious and sensually prized. Something that
many male angels, both human and supernatural, have wanted, fought over, and literally fallen from heaven for, ever since the beginning of time.” He smirked.

I pursed my lips.
“As if you aren’t already familiar with many female bodies and parts.” I replied.

He smiled,
“Every female is different. Your body in particular, has held my desire and interest for quite some time now. I’ll let you in on one age old secret of the universe as a truth.” He continued to look over his shoulder at me.

I paused and gauged hi
m with an expectant rise of a single brow.

He grinned slightly, “It’s not that big of a secret. In fact, it’s pretty obvious.” He licked his lips. His eyes were smoldering, literally ma
king me shiver with need.

“What’s that?” I urged him on.

“Females, hold all of the power, no matter which dimension you venture to, or what kind of being you are. It’s all the same. We males are at your mercy, which can be dangerous and frustrating at times…but it’s never a bad thing.” He then smirked mischievously.

Interesting.
My heart skipped a beat when I swallowed and bit my lip. “Well, if that’s the case, why does it seem like you don’t want me touching your feathers. Too much power over you?” I teased with a simper.

“
I don’t really like anyone touching them. Feel free to wield your power in touching and stroking anything else of mine though. You should never start something that you may not be able to finish.” He smiled deviously.

I
looked at him inquisitively, “What does that mean?” I asked as my fingers continued their curious journey along the expanse of his muscularly broad back. This close up, I could see many veins running beneath the fleshy base of his wings. I was fascinated at how he easily they simply appeared and then retracted. I suppose the ability and process was much like the way that both he and we as warriors, wielded our weapons.

His
muscles flexed, and his quickening pulse jumped rhythmically beneath my fingertips.

He shifted,
“It means, that I will fuck you into numbness, well past my own multiple orgasmic ejaculations, just shy of completely dislocating your entire pelvic region. You’re turning me on past the point of dangerous return—for you.” He warned.

I
could only stare at him with my eyes wide and my mouth slightly agape. I nearly fell over with titillation at his vulgar statement, which actually…turned me on.

“You asked.” He replied with a
nother devious smile.

I
grinned naughtily, swallowing hard as another wave of lust pushed against me insistently this time, making me pant. Raging desire began to pool into my belly, and my heart began to thump rapidly.

H
is eyes hypnotically held my gaze for a moment.

“
And just for the record, I never say anything I don’t mean or plan to carry out. It’s a good thing that you’re immortal now. You’ll recover quickly.” He trailed off with a smirk.

I blushed, already throbbing and aching
for him. Had we made love before I died?

“Did we…ever…” I began to ask.

“No.” he said softly, “We didn’t have long together.” He then whispered.

I wanted to ask him why but that may turn into a deep conversation, and right now, I didn’t feel like doing much talking…yet.

I continued to splay my fingers, running them through the exquisitely soft, downy white feathers. The gold edges shimmered, as if each one were alive and surrounded by its own celestial energy, magic, and power. I eyed the black ones and frowned. I felt saddened that they marred the beauty of his white ones. I could feel his sorrow and shame instantly. They were nearly as large as the white plumes, but they felt coarse and brittle.

Cam instantly sti
ffened, and a deeper moan escaped him. He returned the erotic sensation once again, and it was more forceful. He was intent on having me feel the obvious pleasure that he was getting from me. A spasm of pleasure erupted deep within me, and spread warmly throughout my groin and thighs. I almost collapsed from the sudden shock of ecstasy that left me breathless.

He towere
d over my mere five foot two. This would be tricky, but highly possible.

“I don’t like it when you use your magic on me like that.” I told him.

This time he raised a brow and finally turned around fully, looking down at me, “It’s not magic.”

“Then what do you call it?”

“My own foreplay.” He gave a half grin.

I pressed my lips, pushing
slightly away a from him. The cool water rippled around us.

“You know what I mean.”

“And you know what I want. You’re driving me crazy, Starling.”

I sighed softly and bit my lip, scanning his glorious beauty.
I was torn with indecision. I wanted him. I wanted him to have me, but…what would happen to the both of us? I had just taken an oath to destroy demons and fallen. In my eyes, Cam`ael doesn’t count, does he?

“Why di
d you fall?” I finally brought myself to ask.

I noticed a flicker of tension in his demeanor and it had my attention.

“Why does it matter?” he asked sharply.

I wasn’t expecting that
tone and attitude from him. No doubt, when someone jumps to automatic defensive mode, there was a reason. Supernatural beings weren’t immune to that common assessment.

“Because it does. I want to know if I’m in love with a sadistic killer
, torturer or a rapist.”

He seemed affronted
. “Starling, I’m a fallen.

What more do you need to know? If you’re
looking for a saint or an angel, then you’re seducing the wrong being. I’ve done many things that I’m not proud of nor will I ever mention to anyone. None of it involves killing, torturing or raping if that makes you feel better. Regardless, you’re still mine, and you’re not going to get rid of me that easily anyway.”

I frowned
. I guess it did make me feel better, in a way. Ok, so no killing, torture or raping. What else was left then? I still wanted to know exactly why. It had to be bad enough for him to be cast down.

“Yours? I’m not an object.”
I finally said. My statement apparently tickled him.

“You’re
the object of my affections.” he smiled.

He took my hand, kissing each of my fingertips gently, and then guided it to rest over his chest, where his heart was.

I couldn’t help but soften and smile. His charm was addictive, and so was he.

In a small sense, he did have a point.
He was a fallen, and I knew that. But he owed truth to me, if he loved me as much as he claims to.

Some small part of me still felt as if I were
dangerously risking myself.

He pulled in his wings and they disappeared. Undoubtedly, he was taking them away from me
, so I wouldn’t continue to explore them. He slowly began to lower himself beneath the water, his eyes glinting with mischief.

I didn’t move. On his way down, his hands slid over my firm nipples teasingly, massaging their way
down to my stomach, gliding over to my hips, and down to my inner thighs—pushing them apart.

I tensed, won
dering where he was venturing. Once his head disappeared beneath the water, he thrust forward, pulling me towards him, my legs resting over his shoulders as he gripped my rear firmly.

Arching my back, I gasped and cried out. T
he most incredible sensation speared into me, coming straight from between my legs, and jolting crazily throughout my entire body in a burst of ecstasy.

His mouth was hot
against me, his tongue moving like a fiery serpent. He skillfully, suckled, flicked, stroked, lapped, and rolled his ardently eager tongue over each and every nerve packed region with expertise. With his strong, warm hands supporting my lower back and hips, he had me perfectly balanced and positioned. Gripping his hair firmly, I tightened my thighs, pressing and grinding myself harder into his mouth.

How was he able to breathe underwater while doing that? I wondered. I suddenly didn’t care, I didn’t want him to stop.

My cries and wails echoed throughout the cavern. I didn’t care how loud I was. I couldn’t help it. The intense pleasure was deliciously mind blowing. My body trembled, nearing a climactic force that seemed foreign, yet natural.

“
Ohh, Cam!” I squealed loudly.

My breathing quickened. My cries steadily
rose into a high-pitched crescendo, in response to the mounting spasms of pleasure, which began to tingle and tighten in my lower belly and thighs.

I screamed, trembling
violently in his hold. My first orgasm had detonated into a massive explosion of clouds, lightning, and a star-filled sky behind my eyelids. My body stiffened, arching and bucking while he held me firmly in place. He continued to devour me, slurping greedily, after I spontaneously climaxed hard, once again.

Euphoric and relaxed, my body literally oozed through his hands like warm molasses, as he slowly lowered me. As he began to slowly rise up out of the water, dripping wet and sexy as hell, his delectable mouth left a trail of hot, suckling kisses on my skin.

His returning quest back to my mouth
, started at my lower abdomen, lingering around my belly button, stroking upwards in between my breasts, and then flicking over each nipple. Teasing me, he traced the tip of his tongue along my throat, to my jawline and moving in to nuzzle the most sensitive parts of my neck, right below my ear.

All I could say was
, damn! He knew exactly what to do, how to do it, and how long to do it for. Naturally, he was the epitome of everything that carnal pleasure was.

H
e was an Incubus.

My
body still quivered from my earth shattering, orgasmic release, which continued to vibrate in pulsing aftershocks all the way down to my toes. His mouth closed over mine and his tongue darted inside, roaming wildly to seek out mine.

Disturbing the c
usp of my still throbbing ecstasy, Cam turned me around. With my back to him, he held me firmly pressed against the warmth of his body. His hot, petrified organ throbbed eagerly with anticipation against the small of my back. His lust, his scent, and feel of his hands all over me was a powerful mixture.