Hope in Love (3 page)

He’d left her presence because he couldn’t stand another
moment with her and not take her in his arms. If he had stayed, he would have
embarrassed himself. He wore a perpetual hard-on around the woman. Even now his
swollen cock threatened to explode, just thinking about her. His mind worked in
every direction. Shit, he couldn’t keep a single thought straight in his head.

At a loose end and not at all hopeful, he didn’t want to
return home yet. There wasn’t a soul on Earth he cared to help. Normally he
would look for solace in a woman’s arms, but that thought held no pleasure for
him now.

There was only one set of arms he wanted to be wrapped in.

He decided to pay a visit to the Fates, in particular, Nona.
She spun the thread of life. In her keeping resided the soul of the one his
daughter would be with.

“Why are you here, Ramiel?”

“I’m curious why Michael chose me for this duty.” He and
Nona often worked together. The thread of life intricately laced through hope
and resurrection.

“As much as I would like to, you know I cannot answer that.
You may ask me one more question.”

Not sure what that question should be, he sat quietly and
watched Nona spin the beginning of yet another life onto her spindle. Beyond a
doubt, she’d only allow him one more question. The Fates were funny that way.
He must be very careful. Her voice caused him to jump.

“She is enthralling, is she not?”

“Yes.”

“Do you even understand what it’s like to have something you
love, something you’ve waited for your whole life, taken from you?”

“You speak in riddles, I have waited for nothing. I’ve
always taken what I wanted from life.”

“Then you do not understand what it is like to have
something taken from you.”

“No one can take from me what I want to hold as mine. Do you
understand?”

“Yes. Now, I have answered your one question.”

“Shit.”

Nona laughed softly. “I have a gift for you.”

She reached into a huge muddled pile of knotted strings in
front of her and pulled out one dark blue, intertwined with gold. Ram would
never understand how she kept them all separate. To him it looked like a mess.

The strings were the ties that bound lives together.

“You may separate the threads of your life whenever you are
ready.”

He took the twined strings and absently shoved them in his
pocket.

“So when may I ask another question?”

“That is a question. But I will answer it. You may ask
another when you can answer the one I have asked you.”

Having learned nothing, he left for home.

“Ramiel?”

He turned to look at Nona whose face held the look of the
Oracle of Delphi. He was doomed if she kept company with the Pythia. Themis
still had a bone to pick with him. Or at least he had a bone she wanted to
pick.

“Take care. Do not lose her to yourself.”

As he disappeared from her room, he wondered what the Fate
meant. Had everyone gone crazy?

Do not lose her to yourself?

Yael found the closet in the room she was to share with Ram
full of lovely dresses. They would all be a perfect fit. She dressed in one
made of a soft, summery muslin material. The low-cut, fitted, cream-colored
gown hugged her curves down to her knees, where it flared out like a tulip.
Unlike the shapeless outfits she wore at Deborah’s, this one made her
feel…sexy. Like a woman.

Most of the clothes were feminine and pretty. Gowns of
lustrous silk with shoes that matched, and a couple of outfits with pants. She
never wore pants, considered them men’s garb. But now she wanted to see if they
felt as comfortable as they appeared.

Things were changing too fast in her life now. The quiet
days with her friend would cease to exist. There was so much to learn. Torn
from her reverie, she heard a scraping across the patio.

She went through the doors in the bedroom and down the
winding stairs to see what caused the noise. When Ram appeared at the foot of
them, she was so shocked, she missed a step and went sailing through the air.
Her body clenched, arms outstretched, she waited to slam into the stone, but
instead, he caught her and held her tightly in his grasp.

“You must be careful, darling. I would hate to lose you
without a chance to taste your considerable charms.”

She recoiled from him.

“Thank you for breaking my fall.” She pulled from his arms
and turned to go back up the steps. She intended to hide out in the room until
he came for her.

“I’m sorry, don’t go. I only meant— Listen, there will be no
secrets between us. I want you. I want to hold you, and be inside you. I need
to taste you.” He rambled like a youth about to bed his first woman. “Never
mind.”

“Please, there is no need to apologize. You’re right. I know
why I’m here. I imagine you could be with anyone—”

Her voice trailed off. It surprised her that she became
angry at the thought of him with someone else. She didn’t want to think about
Ram in anyone’s arms. Her skin grew flushed and her body was tight with need.
This affair needed to be consummated now. The beat of her heart pounded out a
harsh rhythm that reached her ears, cutting off every other sound.

The sooner she conceived, the quicker it would be over.

“I don’t want anyone else right now. I want you.”

Right now meant she was the only one available. What would
happen to her after the babe’s birth and he no longer wanted her? She didn’t
have time to think about it further. The smell of desire floated through the
air like a heavy cloud and hung over her head. God, she wanted this angel so
much. It was long ago, almost forever, since she’d been with a man.

“Ramiel?” She didn’t want to want him, but Yael’s body
betrayed her as always in his presence. She should fight him, not be so easy.
There was no way to make her body understand what her mind and heart knew. He
would soon tire of her as he had all the others. But that was not why she was
here.
I only have to carry his seed, his child inside of me.

His eyes gleamed with lust. He’d made up his mind to come
for her and she had nowhere to run. The air felt thick and she concentrated on
each breath she took. Not enough got to her lungs. Her heart pounded so loudly
in her ears, he must hear it. Her nipples were hard and they hurt. She wanted
to feel his lips wrapped around each tight peak, his tongue stroking her until
she melted away.

“Take me now,” she cried, unable to believe she’d uttered
those words.

Coming up the stairs to where she stood, he picked her up.
She gulped in surprise, sure he would take her up the stairs, but he carried
her down.

He wanted to take her by the water. Feel its coolness wash
over them as his cock explored her depths. His fingers itched to feel her skin.

“Yael, I will give you everything you need.” He couldn’t
wait to be inside her but he would. He wanted to hear her scream his name in
ecstasy. Knowing she had been a long time without a man, he’d have to be easy
with her.

“Yes,” she sighed.

He reached the water and heard it lap gently at the shore.
Standing her on her feet, he held her close. He needed to let her feel what she
did to him. Ram was so hard he thought he would burst right there. He felt her
knees go weak beneath her and her arms came around his neck. His hands roamed
her back and stopped at her ample ass. He cupped her butt and pulled her tight
against him, ground into her abdomen.

His mouth covered hers in a searing kiss that demanded she
give him what he wanted. His tongue forced her lips apart and delved deep into
her sweet recess. He didn’t let her breathe or think. If she changed her mind
now, he’d shatter into a million pieces. He needed her that badly.

Breaking the kiss, he raised his head to look into her eyes.
Flecks of gold danced in their depths and they were full of desire. He moved
his lips down her neck and tasted her. His tongue danced on her pulse and he
felt her body shudder. Drawn to the spot where her neck and shoulder met, he
nibbled and sucked there, leaving his mark.

He ran his tongue across the swells of her breast, into her
cleavage, hungry for more, but he could wait. This pleasure would be for her.
He would take nothing for himself. Yet.

With one hand he supported her back while the other reached
into the top of her dress and freed her heavy breasts. He quickly found a hard
nub and sucked it into his mouth.
Oh, she is like honey
. He bathed each
nipple with his tongue and they grew even bigger. He circled the stiff pebbles
and tasted her. There was no way he’d stop now. He had waited as long as he
could.

“You’re delicious, I want to taste every inch of you.” He forced
her tighter into his body and pressed his erection into her stomach. “Feel
that, it’s for you.”

Unable to wait any longer to have her skin against his, he
used magic and undressed them both. He picked her up and cradled her as he went
down on his knees, taking her with him. He held her across his lap, his
erection pressed into her ass, as he rained kisses on her face. He found her
soft lips again and plied his tongue deep in her mouth.

“I could kiss you forever,” he breathed against her lips.

“Please.” Yael kissed him back with wild abandon. He laid
her on the sand where he jealously watched the water lap at her body. He was on
fire for her, his cock dripping with the need to be buried in her pussy. But he
wanted to taste her.

His hands swept over her as he moved down her luscious body.
Ram spread her legs wide and lay between them so his tongue could find her
sweetness. The tip touched her mound and she shuddered beneath him. He combed
through the soft fuzz that capped her there.

He took his time and worked down to the folds of her labia.
Her heat blasted his face. He found her clit and nudged it with the point of
his tongue. He wanted to feel her writhe under him, and she did. Finally, with
long, slow strokes, he tasted her. She was so good, he’d never get enough.
After he laved her and made her even wetter, he pushed his tongue greedily
inside her core. He jammed it back and forth. He couldn’t take this much
longer.

He needed to have more of her. He brought a hand down to
open her sweet channel further. He ran his fingers deep inside her as though he
reached for her soul. He pushed them in and out as he begged her.

“Come for me, baby. Come now.” He needed to be in her mind,
feel what she felt. She was so overcome with desire, he went there with ease.

Toes were dug into the sand as she arched her body and
pushed her pelvis high to meet his hungry fingers and tongue. She took them
deep into her body. Her sheath tightened around them. She wanted more. Her head
thrashed from side to side and he felt the fire rage inside her.

He set off tiny explosions through her body. Each one
ignited another, until there was a string of them. They all burned out of
control as she bucked against his hand until sweet cream flooded from her
pussy.

“I-I need you, Ram,” she screamed as her body clenched
around his fingers and she continued to release a river of honey.

“Yeah, that’s it baby, come for me, let me taste all of you.”
Ram found himself in a new kind of heaven. She drowned his fingers with juices
and his mouth waited to savor all of her. He left her nothing. His tongue
scoured every private place and his teeth nibbled on her clit. He took what he
wanted.

She was ready for him now. He rose up and moved over her. His
large hands splayed across her smooth, tan flesh. Capturing her large breasts,
he massaged and teased the nipples with his thumbs. His eyes feasted on her. So
soft and so much woman, he covered her body with his. He meant to enjoy every
inch of her. Moving his cock back and forth through her soaked nether lips, he
collected moisture. Ram wet himself so he’d slide in her channel easier.

His hardness positioned at her entrance, he reached for her
hand. He wanted it around his erection when he slipped into her. He loved the
feel of her fingers when they found him, barely able to bear it when she
stroked his length. He wanted to come right then, but held back.

“Sweet Je—oh yes. Harder, squeeze it harder.” He wanted to
feel her handle his cock, handle it hard. Her hand fisted him and moved the
tight skin up and down. “Put it inside, baby, put it in your pussy.”

She pushed his penis into her core and he shuddered as her
walls stretched to fit him. Yael wasn’t a virgin but her channel was tight. Ram
allowed her a few moments to adjust to his size. When she lifted up to meet
him, she was ready to take it all. He plunged farther inside her, burying his
shaft to the hilt. Her mind opened more and he felt her shudder beneath him.
This is what she needed and he would give her anything.

He put his arms around her thighs, lifted them high, and
went even deeper, his rhythm ferocious as he plundered her. With each thrust,
his cock disappeared inside her pussy. He loved the feel of her sheath wrapped
around him. The sound of her wetness and his balls as they slapped against her
ass made him crazy.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grated through clenched teeth.

She met every stroke he delivered with her own onslaught.
She tightened around him mercilessly and wouldn’t let him go. Ready to come,
her canal convulsed and he wanted what she had to give.

He came up on his knees and brought her with him, keeping
her legs over his shoulders and his hands at her back. Her butt felt good as it
rubbed back and forth on his thighs. He moved in her with long, hard drives.
Over and over he pushed into her. He never wanted to stop. He watched her face
and waited to see her eyes. He wanted her to see the desire for her in his own.

“Look at me, Yael, open your eyes and see me.” He felt her
walls tighten even more. But she would not open her eyes. She wouldn’t look at
him. Though he could have made her, he refused himself that pleasure. He’d
wait.

“Ramiel,” she screamed.
Oh yeah, that’s what I wanted to
hear.

His balls were tight, heavy with his cum. He needed to let
it go. But he didn’t want to come inside her. He didn’t want to fill her with
his seed. Right now his only thought was
not
to impregnate her. He
wanted to have her longer. It surprised the hell out of him and he damn near
lost control.

He inched her ass down his thighs, laid her back on the
sand. He pulled out and released his seed all over her stomach. Ram couldn’t
stop coming. His penis throbbed as cum pulsed out of him.

“Oh yes, baby,” he groaned, as he fell over her body in the
sand. He stroked his cock idly through the wetness of her swollen labia,
enjoying the feel of her. Growing hard against her again, he stopped. He
withdrew and collapsed on her, his semi-erection mashed between them. The warm
water washed over their bodies. All he wanted was to lie there and hold her,
let the lake cleanse them. He rolled beside her, bringing her tight into his
embrace, her ass right against his cock. He wrapped an arm around her, his hand
on a soft breast.

She drifted to sleep in his arms.

Next time. He’d come in her the next time.

Ram listened to her breath, felt her chest rise and fall in
his hand. How precious she was. He wanted to keep her longer. The need to have
more of her settled over him like a net. Tangled him in his own lust. What was
it about her? He’d made love to many, but none like her. She sighed and
snuggled closer in his arms. Lord, it felt good. Comforting. As if she belonged
there. He came to a very dangerous and rash decision.

He’d make sure she didn’t conceive. Yet.

He stood and lifted Yael, cradling her against his chest.
She never woke up. He physically carried her back to the house, to his bedroom.
Their bedroom. He didn’t use magic because he wanted to hold her longer. He
placed her gently in the bed and covered her and watched her sleep for a while.

He felt the pull of lost souls who searched for hope. Damn,
he wanted to stay with her. But he didn’t need Michael breathing down his neck
about his responsibilities. He was in enough of a fix as it was.

He understood his duty but for some reason, he’d been unable
to complete it. He could not let her go. Not yet. Later when he’d had his fill
of her, he’d let her go.

Much later.

* * * * *

“Well, well, and what have we here?”

Yael jumped almost out of her skin at the soft whisper of an
angel. But one she’d not heard before. Frightened, she looked up. He was
beautiful as all angels were. Deep blue eyes peered at her. Hair the color of
corn silk was pulled back into a black ribbon. A glow graced his skin, which
was paler than Ram’s. His muscles bunched beneath the soft white shirt he wore.
Snug black pants encased firm, muscular thighs. He looked like the pirates
she’d read about. His eyes were dark, laced with something sinister. Madness
popped into her mind. She became afraid.
Ramiel
. She reached for him
without a second thought.