Chapter 51: [51]His Fallen Angel [18+]

--Chapter 51--

Title: His Fallen Angel

Silver eyes watched the Angel openly declare herself hopeless but Takeshi didn’t agree with her surmise.

To him, she was far from done. He looked from the wings then back to her face.

"Your light still shines though."

Solaria frowned slightly. "And yet, it failed."

"Yeah, but that’s not the same as nothing," he said. "If you were finished, there wouldn’t be light at all."

He raised his index finger. "Something in you starts the work, then stops it."

She shook her head. "That only means I am broken in a--"

"No. It means things can still change," He interjected. Tipping her chin up so she had to look at him.

With his index sliding across the smooth of her chin. Solaria resisted for half a breath, before she gave in.

He continued. "I’m not going to pretend one talk will fix it. But I don’t accept ’fallen’ as the end of you. If your power still answers, then the Church didn’t erase you as cleanly as they wanted."

Solaria’s voice thinned. "And what if my wings never heal?"

"Then you’re still mine," Takeshi said calmly. "Broken or not. You’re mine."

His claim on her hit harder than comfort would have. Solaria almost melted to his touch as his fingers brushed one damaged feather.

Her hair stood attentively even as a chill raced across the full extent of her body.

Being touched there was intimate in a way sermons had never been. It made her understand that the ruined part of her was still part of what belonged him.

"We’ll come back to this. As many times as it takes. Until whatever stops you doesn’t get the last word."

Solaria did not look convinced at his last statement after all, she had tried so many times and failed.

But even with that. She did not pull away from him. As a matter of fact, something in her expression broke.

It wasn’t loud neither did it happen all at once. But it reached somewhere deep in her chest. Granting comfort that made her lean into his hand instead of escaping it.

Feeling like she was under the protection of a god, Solaria cocked her head upwards and kissed him.

The kiss was a complete surprise to Takeshi. Never did he imagine her doing this again after last time when she ran away.

With how sudden the kiss was, Takeshi went for half a second, surprised that Solaria had moved first.

Her mouth was careful at first, almost hesitant, as though she expected him to pull away. When he kissed her back, that hesitation slowly disappeared.

Their lips locked together as Solaria leaned into him, and Takeshi caught her gently, feeling the tension that had been building in her finally begin to give way.

For once, she wasn’t trying to hide behind her guilt. She just wanted to simply be there with him. And Takeshi let her stay without judging her.

Even when Solaria melted against his mouth and her tongue twisted and stirred in his mouth.

Takeshi made sure she was fully present. Catching her hips and pulling him fully into his laps.

Her short, Commando skirt shoved up around her waist while her bare heat pressed against him, already wet enough to mark him.

She gasped as the heat from his laps reached into her garden and she tried to duck her face into his neck.

"No," Takeshi said. "Look at me."

Solaria forced her eyes up. Shame and want mixed together contorting her expression into something words couldn’t fully define.

"You’re going to stay present for this," he said, his voice a low, commanding vibration that seemed to settle in the marrow of her bones. "No disappearing into guilt while your body does the rest. Understood?"

With a firm nod, she affirmed acceptance to his terms even as her throat worked, a visible swallow of nerves and anticipation. "Yes, Master."

From that moment forward, his fingers became like a warm blade.

With each touch on her body causing her to whimper softly while he stripped her with a deliberate, agonizing control.

The rustle of fabric was loud in the heavy silence of the room. First, the full-length of her bodice was undone, the laces sliding through eyelets with a soft hiss before the garment fell away effortlessly.

Then her reached for her skirt, he quickly undid it, causing the black material to slid off her long pale legs, pooling around her ankles like a discarded skin.

The moment her breasts spilled free, not even the warm of the lamps could stop the cool air that hit her skin, making her nipples peak instantly.

Takeshi’s hands were warm, large, and possessive as they closed around her. He squeezed every inch with care, his thumbs grazing the hardened tips of her firm moulds with a pressure that made her back arch and a sharp, needy gasp escaped her lips.

"Ahh..hhh"

Solaria struggled desperately to reach for him, her fingers clawing for purchase, but he caught both her wrists in one hand. And with a swift, firm motion, he pinned them to his shoulders.

"Keep them there until I say otherwise," he spoke with a sexy smile pulling his lips.

"But..I--"

"That wasn’t a request."

Solaria’s eyes widened in shock but she obeyed, her chest heaving, her breasts swaying with every frantic breath.

Takeshi shifted his position, his hand sliding down the valley of her stomach to the heat between her thighs.

Two of his fingers reached down to find her already drenched, her pink folds slick and swollen with crave.

He slid a single finger seamlessly through her wetness, moving with a torturously slow pace that made her hips twitch in a desperate need for more.

Atrociously quiet pupils watched her closely, the flutter of her stomach, the helpless, wide parting of her knees, and the broken black wings trembling behind her, twitching with a phantom memory of flight, wanting to unfurl but helplessly trapped by her own shame.

She squirmed, pushing her heat forward and into his fingers.

Squelch!

--End of Chapter--