The flex
of his muscles against her ripped another husky low moan from her
throat and she relaxed into him, letting him have his way with her
as he groaned hotly into her ear.
“Harder.”
That word leaving her lips surprised her and it must have surprised
him too because he hesitated for a moment, his movements weakening,
and then tightened his grip on her. He moved her on his cock,
faster now, plunging deeper into her, and nibbled her shoulder.
“Oh, more, Marcus.”
It still
wasn’t enough for her.
It seemed
it wasn’t enough for him either.
He took
hold of her ribs beneath her arms and then her breasts, squeezing
and teasing them as he tried to move deeper and faster inside her,
and then unleashed a sound that was close to a growl and pushed her
forwards. He rose behind her, tipping her onto the bed with his
cock still wedged in her body, and she pushed herself up onto her
elbows. Her breasts swung as he took her, his fingers painful
points on her hips, his cock thrusting deep and hard into her
welcoming body, claiming and possessing her with strength that made
her quiver. She moaned, lost in the way it felt to be at his mercy,
to have his body within hers and be one with him.
“Amelia,”
he uttered breathily and with a hint of concern in his lust-laced
voice.
“More.”
It was all she could get out. He wasn’t hurting her. She loved
every hard thrust of his body into hers, the feel of his cock
gliding in and out, and his passion for her. She wanted to release
that desire and let him take it all out on her because she knew if
he did, it would be bliss, her own personal Heaven.
Marcus
moaned with each deep rough plunge of his body into hers and she
couldn’t hold out any longer. With a cry of his name, sparks chased
over her and she arched forwards with her climax. It washed through
her, satiating her desire, and Marcus kept thrusting, grunting her
name with each meeting of their hips. He reared and plunged himself
hard into her body as he found release, his throbs discordant with
hers, sending another glimmer of satisfaction through
her.
He stayed
there a while, hands locked on her hips, the pressure of his
fingers gradually lessening, and then pulled her up to him, so her
back was against his chest again. He kissed her shoulder, light
warm ones that stirred her insides until she felt as though she was
floating and teased a smile from her.
“It was
even better in the flesh,” she whispered and covered his hands with
hers, slipping her fingers between them so he released her and held
them.
Marcus
kissed her shoulder again, murmuring his agreement against
it.
How long
did they have before they had to leave?
Marcus
had said a few hours.
She
smiled lazily, disentangled herself from him and turned to kiss
him.
She was
going to make the most of every minute.
***
Chapter 14
Marcus
had found it difficult to drag himself away from London and
Amelia’s apartment. He could have spent forever there alternating
between making love and just laying with her in his arms. Amelia
had started to flag though and eventually he had dared to look at
the clock and had realised with dismay that it was heading towards
afternoon. After lunch at her place, they had packed some clothes
into two small rucksacks and headed to the roof of the
apartment.
The
flight to Paris had passed without a hitch so far, although the sun
was hot against his back and his armour was beginning to feel less
than comfortable. Amelia had been interested in her surroundings
until they had started to cross the English Channel, and then she
had turned her focus to him instead. It had taken several
assurances that he wasn’t going to drop her into the middle of the
ocean before she had dared to take a look at the vast sea below
them. Once the coastline of France had come into view, she had
started to relax again. It was difficult to carry her whilst she
was wearing one backpack and holding the other in her lap and when
they had reached land, he had dropped lower, to a height that still
afforded Amelia a good view of the lush green countryside but was
less dangerous for her.
Amelia’s
attention was all over the place now and she kept pointing things
out to him, chatting about them in an animated fashion that relayed
the excitement that he could feel flowing through her. He smiled at
how full of life she was and how it felt to have her in his arms.
Only a month ago, he would have seen having to carry a mortal as
nothing short of punishment and a degrading task, but having her in
his arms now felt like bliss. So much had changed in such a small
amount of time. A month was barely a passing moment in his life but
he had never felt as alive as he did right now, and he knew that it
was Amelia’s doing.
Paris
rose out of the distant heat haze and Amelia’s grey eyes darted to
it.
“Is that
it?” she said and he nodded.
As they
drew closer, the Eiffel Tower loomed into view, spearing the
infinite blue sky.
“We are
heading there.” Marcus nodded towards it and Amelia’s eyes
widened.
“To the
tower?” A smile lit her face and sparkled in her eyes. “That’s a
bit romantic.”
“We are
meeting Einar and Taylor there later.” Marcus assessed the elegant
dark grey metal tower as they approached it and then its base when
it came into view. Tourists swarmed the massive square beneath it,
moving in droves either flowing towards the tower or away from it
along paths that crossed the bridge over the Seine towards the rows
of fountains that led up the slope into the city or into the park
on the other side. He would have to keep Amelia close to him so he
didn’t lose her.
He
glanced at her.
That
wouldn’t be a problem. He wasn’t going to let her out of arm’s
reach. He was going to keep her hand firmly locked in his the whole
time from now on and not only because he wanted to protect her. The
craving he had for the feel of her skin against his could only be
satisfied by constant contact with her. It made him feel that she
truly was his, and that made him feel like the luckiest angel in
existence.
“Take me
up.” The sheer excitement in her voice led him to obey her
command.
Marcus
beat his silvery wings and shot upwards, spiralling around the
metal tower towards the top. Amelia giggled and held on to him, her
hands warm on the back of his neck, and her fragrance filling his
senses as the breeze washed over them both. When he reached the top
of the tower, he hovered there a moment, giving Amelia a chance to
take everything in. The city stretched around them, pale stone
buildings shimmering in the heat, bustling with life and imbuing
him with a sense of peace. He couldn’t hear the people from this
height. The wind stole the noise from the world, lending another
layer to the tranquillity he felt.
It
couldn’t hold his attention though. His gaze roamed to Amelia, her
beauty entrancing him. How could he ever deserve such a beautiful
creature? He didn’t right now, that was for sure, but he would do
all in his power to become deserving of the woman holding on to him
so tightly. He would become a good man for her, so she would love
him and always be with him.
“It’s
beautiful.” Amelia leaned her head against his chest and held him
tighter. “You said we’re meeting someone in Paris… another
angel?”
“Apollyon.” Marcus decided to leave out certain facts about
the dark angel they were going to meet. It would only frighten
Amelia if he mentioned that Apollyon had once guarded the Devil in
Hell and that he would one day be responsible for destroying the
world during the Apocalypse. “He lives somewhere in Paris now with
his woman and has forsaken his duties, but he may still be able to
gain me access to Hell.”
“Hell,”
Amelia echoed and he sensed her excitement fade.
“Let’s
not talk about this now.” Those words left his lips without him
considering what he was saying. For the first time in his life, he
wanted to forsake his duties too and just spend time with Amelia,
getting to know her better. It was one thing watching someone from
a distance and trying to understand them from things they said to
others or things they did, but it was completely another to speak
directly with them and learn about them from themselves, and part
of him felt that they had a lot to learn about each
other.
“What do
you want to do?” There was a wicked edge to her look as her eyes
met his and his heart beat harder at the thought of drawing her in
for a slow passionate kiss.
She beat
him to it, pulling herself up with the arm around his neck and
bringing her lips to his. His pulse raced as they gently grazed
his, tender and far softer than he had wanted the kiss to be. The
lightness of it did strange things to his insides, warming and
lifting them until they flipped and giddiness ran through him.
Amelia gently traced her tongue along his lower lip and it tingled,
sending a shiver over his skin, and he groaned. He wanted more,
harder contact between them, but didn’t at the same time. They had
never kissed like this and he had never realised that such a bare
meeting of lips could stir so much feeling within him. He was
bursting with emotions, with happiness and desire, and most of all
love.
Amelia
drew back, her gaze meeting his and holding it, and he stared into
her eyes, lost in the affection shining in them and the feelings
still sweeping through him.
When she
looked down, a hint of colour creeping onto her cheeks, Marcus
blinked himself out of the trance she had put him under and
descended slowly towards the park near the base of the Eiffel
Tower.
He landed
softly on the grass there and gently lowered Amelia onto her feet.
She put his backpack down on the grass and shrugged out of hers,
and then smoothed her dark jeans and removed the cream jumper she
had chosen to wear, revealing a plain white t-shirt beneath. She
tied the jumper around her waist, taking her time over it. A rosy
hue still stained her cheeks and her eyes sparkled when she finally
looked at him. His heart pounded over the shy smile she gave him on
seeing he was watching her and he wanted to tell her how radiant
she looked and not to be embarrassed because he had been looking at
her. She was so beautiful that he couldn’t take his eyes off
her.
She
intoxicated him.
Marcus
had never felt so possessive and had never desired to protect
something so much. It was impossible to ignore the feelings that
she inspired in him now that he was becoming aware of their depth
and how much he needed her. He constantly desired contact with her,
wanted to touch her whenever he looked at her, and needed her
smiles and her kisses. They were manna to him. They gave him
strength enough to fight a thousand Hell’s angels or the Devil
himself.
He
hungered to pull her into his arms and tell her everything he felt
for her. She was becoming so much more than a mission to him. She
was becoming his everything. He had never felt love before, at
least not in this lifetime, and he wasn’t sure how to interpret his
growing feelings for her or how to express them. If he told her
that he thought he was falling for her, would it drive her away or
make her happy? Was she falling for him too?
Marcus
caught her wrist, lured her to him, and kissed her instead,
expressing without words just how he felt about her. Amelia was
smiling when he broke away and looked into her eyes, the flush of
colour on her cheeks darkening until they turned
crimson.
“How
about dinner while we wait?” Marcus said and picked up his
backpack. If he didn’t eat something, then he was going to eat her
instead. He wanted her honey on his tongue again, needed to devour
her, but they didn’t have time for an encore, no matter how much he
wanted one. Einar would be arriving soon.
Amelia
nodded and looked around while she slipped the straps of her
backpack over her shoulders again. “I need to put something cooler
on. It’s even hotter here than it was in London. I think there are
bathrooms at the base of the tower.”
Marcus
nodded too. While he was fine with using a glamour to change his
appearance to everyone else, he didn’t want to use one on Amelia
and she wouldn’t be comfortable dining with him while he was
dressed in his armour.
Although,
she had been comfortable having lunch with him in the
nude.
He took
hold of her hand, carrying his rucksack in the other, and led her
across the grass to the Eiffel Tower. It was manic in the square
below the huge structure, the swarm of tourists trying his
patience, but it didn’t take him long to spot the bathrooms. Amelia
let go of his hand and went into the female one, and he headed into
the male. It was filthy but it would do as a changing
place.
Marcus
went into one of the stalls, set his backpack down on the closed
toilet lid, and focused so his wings disappeared. When they were
gone, he sent his armour away with the exception of his boots, and
then unzipped the bag. He changed as quickly as possible in order
to spend the least amount of time in such an unclean environment.
He rapidly followed his black trunks with loose fitting jeans and a
white linen shirt with the top few buttons undone to allow some
cool air to circulate and sleeves rolled up to midway along his
forearms. He replaced each boot in turn with his black leather
shoes and zipped his bag closed, and then headed back out into the
busy square to wait for Amelia in the shade.