During the night, Emma became vaguely aware of a sensation at her thighs. Someone was stroking them. Someone with long, pianist's fingers. Someone who smelled like fresh air. Looking up, she saw Ethan's red hair glinting in the twilight as he drew invisible patterns on her hips and thighs. He was naked and, dear God, he was beautiful. Sinewy cords of muscle wound their way across his abdomen and back. He looked like a Greek god with his hair loose, hanging in his eyes, and his great, white wings poised behind him as he gazed down at her from where he knelt beside her.
Dragging her eyes away from the angel at her side, she glanced around to see that she wasn't at home, after all. She was somewhere else, and it was beautiful. She lay on a small, mossy bank next to a silvery stream. There were willows and patches of night-blooming wildflowers surrounding her, curtaining her nakedness as she lay exposed to him. She opened her mouth to speak, but he smiled gently and shook his head. Emma swallowed. She knew that she should be panicked, or at least upset, but there was a thick fog in her mind that she couldn't get through.
Ethan stretched out beside her, looking at her lovely body. He was in awe of her, of how perfectly delectable she was—and so innocent! She'd let that wretched creature tongue her without so much as a thought. He could do better than that. He could make her happier; he knew it. After he'd left the two of them, he'd watched their evening and seen how easily corrupted his sweet little mate was. In that moment, he'd decided that making love to her before the ritual would not be sinful. It would merely be an expression of his love. Something good and pure.
"Emma, I know that you're a virgin. As am I. That is the way it should be," Ethan started, then took a deep breath. He could do this. Without making a fool of himself. "However, I've decided that I'd like to devote my body to you tonight. I love you. Let me...worship you." The last words were whispered reverently as he grazed his slender fingers over her tummy.
Emma was shocked to her core. This was a different side of the angel that had taken her before. He was...hungry. His smoldering gaze and fiery touch made her gasp. "The Pull?" she squeaked out. Perhaps he'd simply given up trying to fight it.
He gave her a sexy half grin. "Partly, I suppose. Mostly because you are mine, Emma. You're supposed to be mine. Like I said before," he leaned forward, lowering his voice to a mere whisper, "I want to bend you over and fuck you mindless, you sweet little slut."
He chuckled as Emma gasped once again. What had gotten into him? "Did you like that, darling? Hmm? Do you like it when I say dirty things to you? Does it make you wet for me?" His fingers trailed down her tummy to her feminine core, where heat was pooling between her thighs. He dipped a finger inside and when he removed it, it was coated in her slippery wetness.
She watched in awe as he touched it to his tongue and closed his eyes as he licked his finger clean. He groaned at the sweet taste of her, then leaned over and kissed her. Emma attempted to fight with the fogginess of her mind once more, but, to her surprise, found herself kissing him back. Their tongues danced and noses rubbed together as he smiled into her mouth. Ethan accidentally bumped into her face in his eagerness. Emma giggled and he laughed softly back at her. "I can't help it; you're so perfect," he whispered.
Emma wasn't able to concentrate on anything more than the feeling of Ethan touching her, kissing her. She knew there was something...someone else she was worried about. Wasn't there? She was almost sure of it.
Reluctantly, Ethan pulled away. He wanted her so badly. "Could you taste yourself on me, darling? You taste good—like honey," he said. "Let's make love." He was breathing heavier now at the thought of her tight little sheath. He'd always wondered how it would feel when he finally found his mate. Now, he was about to find out.
Emma nodded and laid back, thinking that there would be pain her first time. She wondered if Ethan knew that. Fighting with her mind once more, she tried to remember what day it was...
"No, baby, like this," Ethan said, leaning against a nearby willow tree. He pulled her to him and placed her in his lap, draping her legs on either side of his waist. She could feel his hard cock sliding against her wet sex. Unconsciously, she began to grind her hips against his erection. Both angel and human let out groans of ecstasy at the slippery friction. As she moved on him, she reached over his shoulder and fingered the joints of his wings. He made a stiff, whimpering noise. "Emma, that's so good. I've never...oh, God."
"I know," Emma said, breathless and flushed. "I just feel like I need you to be inside me."
"Yes," Ethan breathed, and lifted her hips to place his erection at the base of her core. He was shaking, nervous, and so ready for her perfect body to be wrapped around his that he felt his throat tighten with emotion. "Emma, I love you," he said, voice unsteady. "I wanted this to be perfect for you. It won't hurt, not at all. I swear it. Now, brace yourself with your arms and lower yourself onto me, my darling."
Emma did as she was told. As she lowered her pussy onto Ethan's swollen cock, she realized that he was right; there was no pain. Just a perfect, full feeling. She closed her eyes and smiled, savoring it. Wasn't there somewhere she was supposed to be? No... Just here with Ethan.
Ethan fisted his hands in the earth beneath them, groaning with pleasure. He looked heavenward and sighed heavily as she stilled. She was so tight, so wet... He was sure that he would lose control and empty himself into her at any moment. Miraculously, he was even able to hold on to his control as she began to move again, riding him slowly, pushing her clit into his pelvis. He lightly touched her nipples, her back, the underside of her breasts as he murmured words of praise.
"Yes, darling, ride me," he said, gripping her hips and taking control of the speed. "Tell me you love me like I love you. Say my name. Oh, God...Say my name."
