Summon Lyght (8 page)

Chapter Seven

Lyght took Kassie
's hand and quickly led her into the spare bedroom. She shut the door and turned, once again startled by his close proximity. She stepped back into the wall as if to escape him and Lyght placed his hands next to her head on the light green plaster. He stared into her beautiful blue eyes, so vivid and pure.

If she had his powers, she
'd know that his body was going crazy in that second, being so close to a woman of such faith. Awareness lay in the back of his mind of the strangeness of his arousal being connected with her faith and prayers. Those qualities should inspire his mind, not his cock. Nonetheless, every time she offered up a simple prayer, or some thought that demonstrated her beliefs, his newly discovered sexual response ratcheted up another notch. Combined with his burgeoning response to physical and emotional stimuli, his desire to possess her engaged his restraint in a very close battle.

Ever since he
'd distracted her with that kiss, he'd been unable to stop craving her. Add her praying into that, and he was nearly crippled with the need to taste and touch her, to bring forth those glorious sounds of her passion that haunted his every brainwave. "You prayed to God in the kitchen."

Confusion filled her eyes then slowly cleared with awe.
"How do you…"

He leaned in and slid his nose along her cheek, smelling her.
"I can hear everything about you." The words quivered with the power flowing through him. "Your faith…" he drew his finger along the rapid pulse in her neck, wanting to taste it, "intoxicates me."

"
I-I-'m not…" she gasped, and he pushed her face aside with his and licked along her neck. "I'm not a good person, Lyght, I've done really bad things. Things you couldn't begin to imagine."

He kissed the blasphemous whisper away, dizzy with her beautiful scent, wanting nothing more than to purify her of the lies she suffered from. He swept his tongue along hers, tasting her sweet salty taste, driving back her fears, drawing forth her passion.
"You're so good," he gasped in her mouth, his own hungers demanding more. "So much better than you know. I need to kiss you." He feasted at her soft lips, roaming his hungry fingers carefully over her, staying away from her secrets. "I need to kiss you everywhere Kassie. Kiss the bad away."

"
Oh God, Lyght," she whimpered, holding on to his shoulders.

The urge to bond with her that second became nearly unbearable with those words. His name, God
's name, those sounds. "Please, I beg you," he said, raining hungry kisses along her cheek and forehead, then neck. "I just want—need—to kiss you all over, nothing more."

Lyght knew what he asked was dangerous. She was still vulnerable from the traumas she
'd endured. He knew how to navigate that nightmare with his powers, to ensure he didn't trigger the wrong emotions, but could he trust himself with such a delicate operation? With the way he felt in that second, he sincerely had to wonder. Uncertainty was as foreign a concept to him as the insane need to use his lips and tongue to heal her. The only thing he knew for certain at the moment was his need for her consent.

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Kassie's legs were butter. Kiss her all over…nothing more? Why nothing more?

"
It's what you need right now." His voice cracked, thick with want.

Suddenly all she could think of was giving this angel what he wanted and needed. She pulled his lips to hers, loving the feel of his smooth firm skin, and kissed him back the way a woman in love kisses her man.
"Do it to me." The plea sounded muffled in his mouth and he groaned, scooping her off her feet.

As he laid her on the bed, reality hit.
"I-I'm not…"

"
Shhh, stop." He sat on the bed next to her.

"
But I'm—"

He stifled her words with a passionate kiss, derailing her thoughts.
"Perfect," he whispered, pulling up after a moment, his lips not leaving hers entirely. He softly nibbled his way to her chin, working down to her neck. His tongue and teeth glided over her, sending a wave of shudders rolling through her body and a steady current of fire to her core.

She laid there, both hands clenched next to her head as he kissed her, torn between desire and anticipation of his touch, and dread that he would be disappointed with her, that she wouldn
't live up to his expectations. He deserved a woman as perfect as him, not some wrinkled old whore

And just exactly how much of her did he plan to kiss? Surely not—

He licked the hollow of her collarbone, sending an inferno rushing across her skin. "All of you. Every inch."

Her body stiffened with alarm.
"Oh God, you can't…"

Cool air swept across skin that should be covered and at the same time Lyght groaned.
"Oh my God," she gulped, realizing she—no, wait. She wasn't naked even though it felt like she was at first. A thin layer of shimmering something insubstantial covered her. Like warm mist rested weightlessly on her skin, supported only by the high points of her body.

She clenched her eyes shut, knowing he was seeing all the glaring flaws. Even more than two decades later, her bikini cut C-section scar was still a thick red line and her belly never did go entirely away. Of course she wouldn
't change it, since she'd won those scars giving life to her precious daughter, but she had hoped they would fade a little with time as the doctor had promised. But when Carrington decided to beat the hell out of her only a few weeks after Samantha's birth and her incision ruptured, the damage was rendered permanent.

And then there was the half a handful of a joke that masqueraded as her breasts. At least they didn
't sag but they did seem to disappear into her body when she laid on her back that way. Dear God. A man so perfect, who could have a woman as perfect as him, couldn't help noticing all her shortcomings, and she couldn't bear seeing the disappointment in his face.

His lips suddenly covered hers, his hand on her jaw, kissing her hungrily, that animal growl stronger than ever. Oh God, did he like what he saw?

He broke the kiss, his breaths hitting her face in hot gasps, his eyes slits of glowing white. "Sweetheart," he whispered between ragged breaths, "like is an extremely lacking term." He began to rain those hungry soft kisses all over her face. "I love your body more than even I can fathom. And I'm going to worship every inch of it with my lips."

She whimpered as yet another wave of incredible heat crashed into her. She really had to remember he could hear her thoughts. But if he liked how she looked... maybe she
'd been missing something? No matter. She wasn't going to let her damn doubts stop her from enjoying him while she had him. She buried her fingers in his hair as he began to kiss a trail down. Oh God, her breasts. Reflex kicked in and she tried to move and cover them. He made that growl again. Why did he do that?

"
Because you are driving me insane…your words…the beautiful sounds you're making. Don't you dare hide from me." He covered one breast gently with his mouth.

"
Oh God!" Every muscle in her body clamped down tight in response to the wet heat.

He growled again creating an intense vibration against her nipple.
"Kassie," he whispered, kissing his way along the valley to the other breast. "Beautiful Kassie." Cool air on her wet skin stirred another firestorm as her nipple pebbled.

Fingers clenching spasmodically, she pulled his hair and arched into the warmth of his mouth.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, her hips squirming with the ache between her legs.

He adjusted his position slightly and shifted his weight to effectively immobilize her. The inability to move and ease the tension in her belly served to increase the throbbing inferno building so rapidly between her legs. Her inner muscles clenched and relaxed in an involuntary attempt to create friction.

Cold air replaced the wet heat of his mouth on her nipple, drawing a ragged cry of protest from her. Moving downward, he spread trails of flame along her ribcage to her stomach. He allowed his teeth to glide over skin causing the muscles of her belly to ripple. 

He kissed his way along her stomach, not missing an inch, first tugging with his lips then licking with the tip of his tongue, occasionally pausing for a gentle nip. He slid his hands firmly up and down her sides and hips, his thumbs brushing under the tiny swell of her breasts with each pass, while whispering and moaning syllables she didn
't understand.

Whatever he
'd covered her body with—not fabric at all, more like a layer of shiny bubbly air—made her blood sing and tingle. Every hair on her body turned into a sensual nerve ending that he tenderly stimulated. Lost to the feeling, she gave herself to the luxurious
joy
of the pleasure he created. A concentrated amount of that joy followed his lips and tongue, a shower of light and life. So good. So very good.

He finally allowed her to move to the rhythm of the pleasure slowly seducing her every fiber. He continued to carry out his promise until she writhed with want for so much more in her most secret places. Her nipples tingled and itched with a
bite me
intensity as her nails scraped along his scalp to the erotic tempo he created in her.

He reached her navel and adored it with licks and nips, then dipped his tongue into the hollow with a moan that vibrated on her skin in a way that would have tickled if it hadn
't felt so good. Smiling against her skin, he proceeded to her scar and kissed along every centimeter, then swept his tongue over it, whispering more of those strange words on her.

Unaccountably, the dead skin along the scar, devoid of sensation since Samantha
's birth, began to tingle then a faint tickling turned into the heat and moisture of Lyght's tongue. Her startled gasp drew a faint chuckle from him before he continued.

Lost to his touch and her response, Kassie
's hips pumped in abandon, all her needs seeming to end there, where she knew he headed. But he didn't go there. Instead, he kissed down her thighs, the right one first, keeping his word and not seeming to miss an inch. He kissed each of her toes and her original
yuck
reaction quickly disappeared. She'd never felt so clean and pure in her life.

His fingers and palms caressed and stroked ahead of kisses that were sometimes soft and tender, other times he sucked her with passionate intensity, his entire body vibrating from his growls. Every second carried her away on a new wave of sensation.

He clamped his hands softly just above her knees and very slowly opened her legs. Kassie's breath came in a combination of surprise and worry, but before self-consciousness could overcome her passion she forced herself to comply with his wishes. Far from unpleasant, it felt like opening her arms to embrace him. Nothing had ever felt more natural. No worry or fear, only an eager anticipation to have him
kiss
her there,
now.

He made that snarling sound when she latched her fingers in his hair and pulled him to what she needed. He resisted, kissing up her inner thighs, first the left, then the right.
   

"
Please, do it." The plea escaped her mouth in a trembling rush. Her hips rolled with the erotic wave pulsating in her bones. She pulled his head and he didn't deny her. His lips and tongue connected softly to her secrets and she cried out from the unexpected intensity.

Reality suspended for a second of startling clarity. Kassie was no shy virgin, having been with more men than she cared to admit even to herself, but nothing in her past had prepared her for Lyght. The joy his touch imparted was incomparable to the meager pleasure she
'd managed to find before. Yes, he was an angel, but that wasn't the difference. With Lyght, her heart was involved.

"
Oh God, Kassie…" The groaned words scorched her back into the haze of intensity he created in her and she pulled harder at his hair, wriggling against his mouth. "So good." His tongue swirled feverishly all over her, tiny rapid flicks of fire on her most sensitive flesh sent tremors through her muscles. He worked his fingers under her bottom to cradle her in his large hands so he could move her to the sensual rhythm he created with his mouth.

Kassie was there, that wonderful spot between time and space where all the tension Lyght had built within her body released in a cascade of spasms through her inner muscles.
"Lyght! Yes, yes, oh my God
yes!"
Hot white sparks exploded in her body and mind, shooting her into some dimension she'd never known.

She cried out with abandon as her body trembled with the violent ecstasy, fingers clenched tight in Lyght
's hair, holding on to the only reality she knew. Lyght. All around her, in her. She tasted and smelled his unique scent, felt him inside her soul, his heart beating furiously in her ears.

Lyght cried out as if in pain and he was suddenly gone, no longer touching her.

Forgetting her nakedness Kassie jerked upright, heart pounding in terror. "What! What's wrong?" She quickly spotted him, arms and legs spread wide against the wall where he seemed somehow suspended. She flew off the bed and ran toward him.