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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ISOLDE

A soft knock on my bedroom door rouses me from a half-slumber. I’m finding it difficult to relax knowing William is still in the room with me, and that creepy warning from the mystery bird.

“Who is it?” I call out.

“Cassiel.” Then after a second. “The fallen angel.”

Snorting, I climb out of bed and open the door. “I know who you are, doofus.”

He smiles. “Doofus. This is an interesting word.”

I step aside to let him in, looking around to see if I can see William anywhere. I can’t, so I try to act normal and close the door behind him. “What’s up?”

He blinks. “Benz has resurrected. He is well, but mad as a bear who sat on a beehive.”

“I can imagine. Has he threatened you?”

“Multiple times. Until Blackridge threatened him. ”

“Blackridge is protecting you.”

“I wonder why.” The arrogance behind his statement isn’t altogether misplaced. I’m sure a fallen angel is of far more value than a lycan, magically powerful family or not.

He looks around the room before his gaze falls on me. He searches my eyes, and then his gaze drops, skimming over my curves. My nipples peak against the soft blue silk of the nightgown, and he notices immediately.

“Can I ask you something?” he says, moving in closer.

“Of course.” I lick my lips nervously.

“I require an experiment.”

“With what?”

He pauses for a moment before he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. It’s impressive. Long, thick, and rock hard.

My mouth waters, and I chew my bottom lip as I stare at it.

“I want to know what it feels like to have your hand on me,” he says, almost matter of factly.

“Excuse me?” I murmur, forcing myself to look up into his eyes.

He moves closer and reaches for my hand. He places it on his cock and closes his over mine so I’m gripping his length.

“Cassiel, this is… ”

“Enjoyable,” he interrupts me, clearly not getting how inappropriate this is.

He moves my hand over his shaft, and I gulp.

When he removes his hand from mine, I’m a second away from yanking my hand back, but the soft groan that escapes his lips, the way he closes his eyes and throws his head back, makes me grip him tighter.

My breath hitches as I watch his pleasure, knowing that I’m the cause of it. His cock is hot and hard in my hand, pulsing slightly as I stroke him. He lets out another low groan, a sound that makes my pussy throb. I should stop this, but the look on his face, the sheer ecstasy in his eyes when he opens them and fixes his gaze on mine, keeps me going.

“Isolde,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. “This feels extraordinary.”

I tighten my grip slightly, experimenting with different pressures and speeds. Every time I change my rhythm, Cassiel responds with a new sound of pleasure, his hips moving slightly to match my pace. It’s intoxicating, the power I have over him right now. He might be a fallen angel with immeasurable strength, but in this moment, he’s completely at my mercy.

His breath comes faster, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He reaches out to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone as if I’m something precious. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs. “Everything about you is beyond anything I ever imagined. ”

I lean into his touch, feeling a connection that goes beyond the physical. His eyes meet mine, and there’s an intensity there that makes my heart race. He’s not just experiencing pleasure; he’s exploring it, analysing it, and sharing it with me in a way that feels deeply intimate.

“Can I touch you?” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over my lower lip.

“Uhm,” I stammer. “I don’t think…”

“Let me watch you touch yourself then.”

“Cassiel,” I moan, rubbing my palm over the head of his cock, making him growl.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me even closer, his hand skating over my thigh, pulling my nightdress higher,

“Cass—”

“This experience is incomplete, Isolde,” he murmurs.

I gasp as his hand goes between my legs, his fingers brushing against the delicate lace of my knickers. His touch is tentative at first, exploratory, but it sends sparks of electricity shooting through my core. I press against him, seeking more friction as I continue to stroke him.

“Like this?” he whispers, his voice husky. His fingers slip beneath the fabric, gently cupping me, making me moan softly.

“Yes,” I breathe out, my head falling back slightly. My hand tightens around him.

“You are wet. Is this a normal response?”

“Yes,” I pant, needing him to do so much more to me. His touch is reverent in a way that only a celestial creature can be.

He strokes me gently, his fingers barely dipping into my folds, as if he’s exploring a sacred ground. Each brush against my clit sends jolts of pleasure coursing through me, intensifying the heat that’s already building in my core. His eyes never leave mine, watching every flicker of emotion, every gasp that escapes my lips.

His fingers probe deeper, sliding over my clit, making me whimper.

He pauses and moves his fingers back over my clit. I cry out when he presses down. “Here?” he murmurs. “This pleases you?”

“Fuck, yes,” I cry out.

He circles it slowly but with increased pressure, and my knees buckle. He holds me up with his other hand, exploring more furtively. His eyes widen when he finds my entrance and buries his fingers deep inside as I flood his hand with a climax that hits me out of nowhere.

“Cass,” I moan, tugging him harder.

He leans in closer, his forehead pressing against mine. “You feel incredible,” he whispers. “Every part of you is a revelation. This experience is beyond words. ”

His wings flutter slightly behind him, creating a gentle breeze that cools me down somewhat.

I let go of him suddenly, to his disappointment and drop to my knees. I’ve never taken a cock in my mouth before, but I want to give him this pleasure. His eyes widen in surprise as I look up at him, my hands grasping his hips. His cock bobs slightly in front of my face. I lean forward, tentatively flicking my tongue over the tip, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Cassiel shudders, his breath hitching in a way that sends a thrill through me. I part my lips and take him into my mouth, slowly at first, exploring this new sensation.

Cassiel’s hand tangles gently in my hair, a connection that feels profoundly intimate. “Isolde,” he murmurs, my name a reverent whisper on his lips. I look up, meeting his gaze as I take him deeper, swirling my tongue around his shaft. The look on his face is one of pure ecstasy mixed with awe, and it guides me in what I’m doing.

I move rhythmically, finding a pace that seems to send waves of pleasure through him. His hips move slightly, matching my rhythm, but he never pushes or forces, always letting me set the pace. The power dynamic is intoxicating; I am in control, giving him this gift of sensation he has never experienced before.

His breath comes faster, his chest rising and falling as he watches me intently. His cock throbs in my mouth, pulsing with his impending climax.

“Isolde,” he grunts, and I pull back seconds before he unloads on my face.

Cassiel’s wings unfurl fully, stretching across the room as he throws his head back with a groan that sounds almost pained in its intensity. The feathers shimmer with a strange, ethereal light that pulses in time with his climax.

“This sensation. Did you feel it too?” he asks, looking down at me and helping me to my feet.

“Yes,” I say with a smile before he pulls his tee off and wipes his cum off my face. “It’s not quite the same.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“So did I. I want to do it again.”

“Right now?” I ask with a smile.

He stares down at his cock. “I think I can.”

I glance down at his erect dick, still jutting out proudly. “Yeah, you probably can,” I giggle. “But another time, okay?”

“Why not now?”

His question isn’t demanding, merely curious.

“I have never done that before,” I admit. “I have never been with a man before in that way.”

He frowns. “I was your first?”

“In a way, yes. I’ve been touched before, and I’ve touched, but never to this extent. I’ve never taken…”

“A cock in your mouth?” he finishes.

“Right,” I mutter, cheeks aflame.

Cassiel tucks himself away, zipping up his pants with a thoughtful expression. “The experience was markedly different from self-stimulation,” he observes, as if we’re discussing the weather. “More intense. More connected.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You’ve masturbated before?”

He nods. “Earlier. But until now, everything was theoretical. In heaven, we observed but never participated. Now I understand why male creatures are willing to kill for this, for their females.”

“Not everyone.”

“Perhaps not,” he concedes, his wings folding neatly against his back. “But I’ve learned something valuable about myself today. I am capable of great violence when it comes to you.”

“Why is that, do you think?”

“I crave your touch, your presence. I need to be near you.”

“What does this mean for us?” I ask tentatively.

“I’m not sure. Whatever it is, I’m sure CJ will have something to say about it.”

I sigh. “Yeah, I’m sure he fucking will.” But quite frankly, he can go mad if he wants to. He doesn’t own me, and if I want to give a blow job to a fallen angel after he made me orgasm, then so be it.

But I know it won’t be as easy as that.

In fact, mad doesn’t even cover what CJ will be when he discovers what I’ve done.

And he will find out.