Divinity: Transcendence: Book Two (The Divinity Saga) (47 page)

Suddenly, the water began to warm. The surface beginning to softly churn, eddy, and bubble around us. Cam transformed the pool into one giant Jacuzzi. The phantom feel of his tongue flicking expertly over, around, and inside of me, was still just as fervent, as when his face was buried between my legs only moments ago. That sensation continued to swirl teasingly throughout my entire pelvic region. I closed my eyes to savor everything, while his warm hands caressed and stroked my entire body.

Soft taps along the surface of the water b
egan to sound all around us. I opened my eyes to take a glimpse; seeing many pink and white stargazer lily petals falling out of thin air. They landing gracefully, floating and twirling over the surface of the bubbling water.

The
growing heat and humidity, coaxed the sweet, exotic perfume out of them, creating a heady and intoxicating aromatic aphrodisiac. I smiled. I didn’t like him using magic, but I could make an exception this time, given his romantic intent.

H
e held me pinned against his body. One muscular arm encircled my waist, and the other hand cupped over one breast, fondling, stroking, and massaging. His teeth sensually grazed my earlobe.

With skill, he wildly flooded my body with sinful ecstasy beyond comprehension. He had awakened my sensuality and the sexual animal that lay dormant inside of me with a vengeance. I wasn’t fully sure if it was all me, his influence, or maybe both…I didn’t care. I didn’t want it to end. It felt way too good.

His
hand left my breast, sliding down my torso slowly, and disappeared beneath the surface of the water. I trembled with a loud gasp of passion, once his hand cupped me. Applying just the right amount of pressure, he began working his fingers in a slow, circular motion. Instantly, he pulled forth yet another tidal wave of pleasure from me.

             
              I was mercifully panting heavily, and he took full advantage of my open mouth. Cupping a hand underneath my chin, he tilted my head back, and his tongue slipped aggressively inside. I whined and moaned into his mouth. I could feel the vibration of a groan deep within his chest, as he pressed my hips harder against his groin.

He was as hard as
a steel rod.

             
              I reached up and around, grasping and handful of his damp hair, returning the fervor of his enthusiastic desire and kiss.

Once his finger began to
slide inside of me slowly, I tensed and quivered. An automatic cry of passion slipped out of my throat and into his mouth. That aroused him more.

My thighs trembled
as his finger slipped in a little deeper, it was a bit uncomfortable at first, but I didn’t want him to stop. In fact, I couldn’t wait to feel him—all of him inside of me.

             
              Suddenly, he broke from the kiss, turning me around to face him once again. He pulled me up and forced my legs around his waist. I was breathless, drunk with lust, and just a wee bit of fear. I wrapped my arms around his neck, fisting a handful of his damp hair in my hands, as the fleshy tip of his pulsating muscle sought entry.

His e
yes maintained a steady, soft glow, and his gaze both hypnotized and mesmerized me. I saw intense pleasure, love…and possession in them.

It s
hould have scared or alarmed me, but it didn’t.

I bit my lip as
he slowly began to slide into me.

I winced, a
rching my back initially.

“Cam…” I gasped
in both pleasure and pain. He was big, which I had already known, but seeing it was very different than feeling him inside of me.

Apparently, it was obvious that I had died a virgin.

In blissful, pleasing relief, he groaned passionately into my ear. His body was on fire, shuddering slightly against mine. He held me tightly, burying his face in my hair.

“You’re
mine,” he whispered close to my ear. His breathing was ragged; powered by his overwhelmingly potent, demonic lust, heat, and desire. His mouth clamped onto my shoulder, his teeth digging in gently, making me cry out in delicious pleasurable agony.

H
e grunted and continued to thrust forward and drive himself deeper. I wailed, my nails digging into his broad shoulders, as I bit my lip. He groaned louder this time, his hands stroking my lower back lovingly, traveling to my hips, and then my buttocks, where he held me firmly. With another thrust, he pushed a squeal out of me.

Suddenly
, his grip on me began to tighten in an almost aggressive possessive manner. He continued to delve deeper, pushing a final scream out of me to match his mounting grunts of near orgasmic ecstasy.

Cam was a powerful falle
n, much more powerful than I ever realized before. I began to feel his dark essence sliding over my skin, attempting to burrow inside of me— along with him.

Dark energy began to spool into me. I
could immediately feel its negative invasion, and the instant defensive reaction of my own essence. Would I reject him, physically? The conflicting sensation was a shock initially, and it made me stiffen and hold my breath. I wondered if he felt that tug of repelling power just now too? What if we couldn’t do this?

I didn’t want to think about that.

A brief swell of fear gripped my rapidly pounding heart momentarily. I know he immediately sensed it too because he stopped. His firm, bear-like hug on me began to loosen and relax a bit, and he lovingly stroked my hair. I wondered if he were picking up on my sudden hesitation and fear.

No matter how I felt about him,
I wasn’t sure what becoming essentially soul-tied to a fallen would mean for me, but it was too late to stop or turn back now.

I think we
were both waiting for something else to happen. For something around us, or some other force to punish or condemn the both of us for what we were doing right now.

Cam
paused and remained still for a few seconds longer. I was sure he was tuning into the air and the vicinity around us in his silence, or maybe communicating with another fallen telepathically— although right now would have been a crappy time to do it.

Whatever
happened at this point, I didn’t care. I loved him. Who he was and what he was classified as, were two complete opposites.

H
e wasn’t a demon, or even a fallen— he was and would always be an angel in my eyes, and now in my heart.

If we had to pay the price…I was willing to pay it for him
—just as he was willing to do for me.

It wasn’t entirely a scream of pain after his final thrust. Fully sheathed in me, he filled me up completely, and then some. I could feel heat begin to build in my veins. Startled, I hoped it wasn’t my fire. I thought it was solely linked to my anger? If it erupted now, I’d either really hurt or kill Cam on accident. I was sure he could feel the difference in my body temperature.

A small part of me still felt a sliver of fear. As to fear of what, I re
ally didn’t know.

“Are you alright?” He whispered, breathlessly as he pulled back to search my face and my eyes.
His eyes gradually dimmed as his thumb stroked my bottom lip softly.

I nodded, trying my best to suppress the growing heat that was separate from my arousal.

He hesitated
, gauging my response as being truthful, and then leaned down to kiss me tenderly.

It only took three
, long strokes, before another powerful orgasm seized my body. At the same time, he plunged himself deep inside of me, throwing his head back and letting out an intense, satisfactory growl of release.             

The joint pinnacle of
both of our orgasms was beyond any source of pleasure that I could ever imagine. His essence, life energy, and even the darkest parts of him, flooded into me all at once.

Breathless, and still groan
ing in his own pleasure, his mouth claimed mine again in an eager kiss. He greedily suckled on my bottom lip, his tongue overpowering mine in a game of tag, flick, suck and nuzzle, which made my toes curl.

We both bega
n to rise out of the water slowly. He remained buried deep inside of me.             

I felt the
warm, soft sand that surrounded the pool of water, against my back. His body covered mine, nearly completely. I kept my legs locked firmly around his waist, my feet resting above his firm, perfect buttocks.

He lifted my hips
off the ground, withdrawing himself slowly, but not completely. He lingered for a moment, kissing me tenderly, before plunging himself fully once again, and forcing a passionate scream out of me.

My virginity had
finally been claimed—by a fallen.

His essence was alive in me, mingling with the very essence that made me a divine warrior. Together, they forged an incredibly powerful energy that seemed to
vibrate.

Love was much more powerful and stronger than the fear of any kind of punishment
, shunning, or retribution.

If this wasn’t meant to be,
then it wouldn’t have happened.

There was no turning back
for either one of us.               

XX
VIII: Cam`ael:

I
couldn’t put into words, what this moment with Starling meant to me. All of the waiting, the suffering, condemnation, and being branded a demon, had all been worth it now. She tasted incredibly sweet. The feel of her silky skin fueled my passion.

My physical orgasmic
release was powerful. It literally brought me as close to heaven as I could have ever imagined possible. When she climaxed, I felt the full power of her essence seep into my body and my soul. Her essence was undoubtedly connected to the intensity of her emotions. The shock of it hurt at first, yet at the same time it produced a feeling of pleasure like no other feeling that I have ever had in my entire existence.

T
his time, the pleasure and the physical bond between body and flesh, meant something to me. It was begat from love —my love for her, and her love for me.

Starling was mine
, and I would fight to protect what was mine at any cost, including my own existence.

I had a choice to make. Those at the hall would already presume she was gone. They wouldn’t be expecting her to return, which meant
that she could be with me forever. If it were up to me alone, she would indeed never return. I should tell Durien that she was with me and she was fine, but then again, he hadn’t warned me of her essence. I’d let him sweat about it for a daybreak or two, maybe.

The
major wound to my bicep had healed over completely now, much to my own astonishment. I found that odd, but I didn’t waste time pondering it. I was relieved.

No more invading words or threats
came from Morning Star since earlier. However, his silence always meant bad news. I made a point to check on Edanai again. She was with Rahab, so that was good enough for me, for now. I’d prefer her to remain in another dimension all together rather than the human realm, if it would keep her safe.

In the meantime, I told the others about his threat and I knew
that they would all help to keep a close eye on her too. It wasn’t that Edanai couldn’t take care of herself, but against Morning Star, no single fallen would be able to last without serious damage or death. I was an exception and he knew that.

I didn’t want to take Starling back but I knew she had to go. This wouldn’t be the last time that we would be together.

When we returned to my home,
I made love to her again, in my bed. I wanted her scent to linger here, always.

I couldn’t get enough of her. Her sexual prowess was blossom
ing into insatiable. Though I was extremely pleased and satisfied already, I could have kept going and going. But I knew that that she would need to walk or at least be able to sit comfortably at some point. She was still human.

I watched her sleep
soundly. I had exhausted and knocked her out, blissfully. I didn’t think it was possible for me to love her more now than I had before, but I did. I ran a hand gently down the length of her smooth back in admiration. I rested it on the rise of her sexy ass in a caress, and licked my lips. She was a screamer. I loved that.

She awoke to the tray of tea, strawberries and cream that I brought for her. She was both surprised and gracious that I remembered as she dug in hungrily. I suppose we had both worked up a furious appetite, I grinned.

I
couldn’t wait for her to finish eating.

I
wanted her again.

It was hard for
me to control my intense libido, having to remind myself that though immortal, she was still human.