*NAUGHTY WORDS PRESENT. READ WITH CAUTION. *
He looked to the Heavens. Everything he’d done up until this point had taken him one step closer to his goal. To return home. Tonight, however, being with Lyndi and her family, he’d actually forgotten about his quest and how much this one night could cost him.
Showing himself to a single human, let alone a family, could sabotage everything he’d worked toward. If anyone ever found out…
No, he didn’t want to think about what would happen. Angels—Archangels, Seraphs, or Angels of Death—were forbidden to reveal themselves unless instructed otherwise by The Divine. Yet, to his surprise, when he pictured Lyndi’s flushed face on the railing beside the ocean, he didn’t regret his choice.
He glanced at Lyndi as she walked beside him. Romantic relationships between angels were different than relationships between humans—less physical and more emotional. More like communing rather than raw, sweaty bodies locked together, an act he knew but didn’t know.
He fought back the physical urge stiffening his cock and tried, unsuccessfully, to banish thoughts of how Lyndi’s juices had coated his fingers when he’d slid them inside her.
What would it feel like to lose himself in Lyndi’s softness, in the slight vanilla and honey scent of her body as he sank balls-deep into—
Heaven, what was wrong with him? If he kept having thoughts like these, his cock would never stop aching. Shit, he was a cart rolling downhill and nothing short of his sheer destruction could stop him now. He should be stronger than this.
But how strong could he be if a single, incredible woman could bring him to his knees?