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the outline of his ribs, kissing his chest, taking first one hard nipple between her lips and then the other, sucking lightly.
    “Driving me mad ,” he said again and then his words gave way to a groan.
    Yes .
    Her fingers played along his body, with one hand on his sex and the other moving over his back, his bottom, the backs of his thighs. Up she moved, kissing his chest, his throat, the underside of his jaw. Her hands flowed, and he swayed in her embrace. Her mouth worked along his ear, and he shivered.
    “Angel,” he rasped, “sweetest Angel, I will go insane if I cannot join with you.”
    She nibbled his lobe and was rewarded by his gasp of pleasure. “Please join with me,” she whispered in his ear. “Love me, Samael.”
    He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the mouth, hard. She returned the kiss just as passionately, hungry for him, wanting him to be inside of her. Wanting to complete him, and for him to complete her. Wanting to feel bliss not just because of him, but with him.
    Wanting him—Samael, Angel of Death, Lucifer. Whatever he was, whichever name he took, she wanted him.
    She released his shaft to hook her arms around his broad shoulders. His erection pressed against her belly, and whether it was from his closeness or from his kisses or both, she felt her own arousal building within her, tingling over her nipples, her sex, priming her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and closed her eyes, losing herself in their kiss, in the feeling of him around her.
    The feeling of him in her.
    It was a nudge at first—the tip of his erection nuzzling between her legs, whispering over that most sensitive spot. That addictive tension that heralded bliss coiled inside her, and she rocked against him, moving him over her. The nudge strengthened into a push as he probed her and then dipped inside.
    Oh!
    It was gentle, almost hesitant, and he pulled back out to slide against her once more, stroking her, stroking her, tightening the coil of tension. And then he was back inside her, deeper now, coaxing her to open for him. Back out again to rub over that spot, to press against it, heating her until she thought she would burst into flame.
    And then he slid inside her once more, further now, sinking into her. This time he stayed buried in her, felt her as she climaxed around him. Still he remained within her, bringing her to orgasm yet again as he moved with her—together, bodies pumping, fingers pressed against each other’s backs, their mouths sealed in the deepest kiss. Samael bucked, and with a victorious shout, he, too, found rapture.
    The wind kicked up, rippling the angel’s hair.
    Behind the gates of Paradise, the sounds of celestial joy buffeted the Sky.
    The sun bathed them in its light, as if to set their love to spotlight.
    The angel sensed these things, and yet they did not matter. All there was to the universe was Samael and Angel—their heat, their breath, their passion. They flew across the sky, limbs intertwined, and they loved each other.
    Eventually they slowed, and then came to rest. Still outside the gates of Heaven, they lay on their bed of clouds, both smiling lazily, in sleepy satisfaction, his fingers tracing small circles on her belly, her hand stroking his cheek.
    For the first time in a long, long while, the angel was happy. As she nuzzled against him, she told him so.
    “As am I, beautiful Angel,” Samael murmured, wrapping his strong arms around her. “This was just a stolen moment, but it has given us both such pleasure. This is what it means to live, Angel. We can choose sorrow. We can choose pain. And we can choose bliss.”
    Still smiling, she settled into his arms. “We are blessed.”
    He let out a huge laugh, a belly laugh, a sound like summer thunder—powerful, natural, with a hint of menace along its edges. “Oh, cherub. That we are. Banished and yet blessed.”
    The angel laughed, and Samael did, too, and the sounds wove together like a lover’s knot. On