Page 159 of A House of Gold
I feel everything he's feeling, the pleasure, yes, but also the love. The fear. The desperate need to make this moment last forever.
"I wish we could stay like this," he murmurs against my lips.
"We have now," I breathe back. "That's enough."
Is it?his emotions ask through the bond.
Yes,I answer the same way.
He shifts angle slightly, and suddenly he's hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders, and he keeps that exact angle, that exact rhythm, driving me higher.
"Come for me," he whispers. "One more time. Let me feel you."
Like I could resist.
The pleasure builds, builds, builds, his steady strokes, his weight on me, his love through the bond all combining into something overwhelming. When I come, it's not explosive. It's a slow wave that crashes over me, through me, pulling me under and holding me there while every nerve ending lights up.
Croesus feels it all. And that, feeling my pleasure, knowing he caused it, pushes him over the edge. He buries himself deep and comes with a sound that's half-groan, half-prayer. I feel his release, his pleasure, his love all mixing together through our connection until I can't tell where I end and he begins.
For a perfect moment, we're one person. One soul. One heartbeat.
Then reality reasserts itself, and we're two people again. Sweaty, breathless, tangled together on the bed. Croesus doesn't pull out immediately, just stays there, buried inside me, holding me close.
"Midnight" he finally says, voice rough.
"Midnight," I agree.
"You're going to bond with six other angels."
"Yes."
"And I'm going to have to watch."
"Yes."
"And then we're going to kill an archangel."
"That's the plan."
He huffs a laugh against my neck. "We're insane."
"Probably."
"This is all going to go horribly wrong."
"Maybe." I run my fingers through his hair. "But at least we'll have tonight."
"At least we'll have tonight," he echoes.
We stay like that for a long time. Connected. Together. Storing up moments against what's coming.
Eventually, he slides out of me, rolls to the side. But he doesn't let me go. Just pulls me against his chest, wraps his arms around me, and holds on like I might disappear.
"I'm not going anywhere," I murmur.
"You can't promise that."
"No. But I can promise I'll fight like hell to come back to you."
