(ch. 3) Angel's lament
Added 2023-07-13 00:20:10 +0000 UTCThis was the first time she saw Gabriel undressed. So used to his ironclad silhouette, she often wondered what kinda body is lying underneath the suit of armor, and her expectations weren’t betrayed. Her fingers became harder and harder to control, as if they had a mind of their own, which, right now, screamed in thirst, desperate to touch, to trace every single inch of this man’s pale, musclebound body. He met her motions and pulled her to him, embracing Luka in a way she hasn’t felt before, and slowly undoing her garb. Unfamiliar sensation seeped into her, her body quivered as the man undressed her, removing the cloths covering the ample bosoms and wide hips. Never before has she felt such hot anticipation. Gabriel’ big, strong hands traced the luscious curves of her body, until finally he got her completely nude. Her heart was beating like she just ran a marathon, for the first time she had herself exposed, revealed so fully to a mortal man. The second she looked up into his eyes, their lips connected in a passionate kiss. So this what it felt like... He decisively, almost aggressively pushed his tongue in her mouth, and she couldn’t get enough of that onslaught. She closed her eyes, allowing tactile sensations to engulf her - his hands held her slender waist tight, but then they moved, sliding across the sensually arched back. One hand touched around the shoulder blades, where her wings started, while the other moved down, squeezing the taut softness of her buttocks with intent. She felt IT as well, the main weapon of any man - she didn’t notice her fingers were already rubbing all over it, exploring this part of male body that was previously unknown to her. So enormously big, and growing larger by the moment, scorching her palms with heat. She couldn’t take it anymore, she wanted it, she wanted him, she wanted him to take her right now, to make her cry out his name in a feat of pleasure: “Gabriel!”
And she did exactly that for what felt like... not enough. Even if it lasted eternity, it would’ve been too soon, not enough. Not for her. The bitterness washed over her when she realized it was just a dream. Not the first one of such nature, not even the first one this week. They only grew in frequency and intensity after the wedding.
The man she saw is very real, but the lover isn’t. Right now, he is in another room of this enormous castle... With the woman he loves.
And that woman isn’t her.
