I opened my eyes to the sound of rain. And the bed empty.
We were able to sneak back in to his apartment in Delphic and I welcomed the familiar bed and black silk sheets.
"Patch?" I called when I sat up, covering myself with the black silk sheet.
He didn't respond, but walked in with a tray of bacon, eggs, hasbrowns, French toast, pancakes and orange juice.
"Wow." I smiled.
He sheepishly smiled back, "I couldn't sleep much earlier, so I decided to give you the royal treatment." he sat down and placed the tray over my lap. I noticed another cup as well with some brown powder in it.
"What's this one for?" I held it up.
"Hot chocolate, since it's raining outside." he held up a kettle with some fresh boiling water in it and filled up the mug, the smell completely engulfing my senses.
"You might want to watch how much hot chocolate you give me; you might come in second place." I laughed as I blew away some of the steam.
"And you even blow it right in front of me, do you not see my heart breaking over here?" he faked with his hand over his chest.
I shrugged, "He pleasures me in ways you just can't compare to."
He reached over and griped the hot mug, "I'll take that." he put the hot chocolate over on the bed side table and leaned over the tray of food.
"I certainly hope all of this isn't for me." I eyed the food.
"I'll have half." he snatched a piece of bacon and chewed it.
We ate our breakfast smiling and laughing and I daydreamed about our night.
"You're doing it again." he said not meeting my eyes.
"What?"
"Thinking of last night."
"It's kind of hard not to." I blushed.
His hand reached over and gripped mine, our fingers locking.
"I know." he said quietly, his free hand lifting to stroke my cheek down to my jaw line, sending shivers up my spine.
Angel...
I moaned at the sound of his voice in my mind, that sexy tone nearly making me melt in his arms.
He pushed the tray of what remained of the food and my lips met with his. The sheet fell away and exposed my breasts to him and I smiled when he looked down and held them gently in his palms. His mouth lowered and he caught my nipple between his teeth and gently tugged, in such a perfect way that I threw my head back and gasped. I felt his other hand slowly reach up and grip a handful of my hair to pull back gently, keeping my neck exposed.
The sheet was pulled away completely and his member was already stiff, waiting for my attention.
My hand reached out, but he stopped me.
I want to try something
I nodded my answer and he effortlessly pulled me on top of his sitting up position. He pushed past my heat; my swollen lips from last night making him feel that much larger.
Fuck...
He leaned his head back and kept still a moment, than his hands at the small of my back pushed me forward so my breasts were at perfect level with his mouth.
My fingers tangled in his hair and I pulled his mouth closer to my nipple, begging for his tongue.
"Please, Patch."
I love it when you beg, Angel
He smiled as his mouth closed around my breast for the second time, his other hand trailing down my back to my behind, his fingers spreading and gripping hard as he started to push even further inside me.
I moaned and held the back of his head tightly, my lips pressing a kiss to his hair as he increased his thrusting.
"Patch... I'm..."
Yes, Angel
He stopped suddenly and I nearly screamed in frustration.
Patch!
He released my breast and smiled up at me
"Why did you stop?" I whined.
"Say please." he teased.
"You are such a jerk!" I tried to beat him at his own game and sit up to pull myself away from him, but he held me tightly.
"Say please." he repeated.
"No." I said back stubbornly.
He cocked his head to the side and grinned again, thrusting his hips up once, hitting that sweet spot, than remained still again.
I gasped loudly, my nails biting into his arms.
"Angel, say please."
I shook my head, smiling.
He bit my nipple and thrust once more.
"Ah!"
"Last chance, Nora. Say it."
"Or what?" I laughed.
He spanked me.
I laughed.
He spanked me again, harder.
I moaned, "Please, Patch," I whispered.
"What was that?" He thrust harshly and spanked me again.
"Please, Patch, please."
Good girl
His hips shot up and he hit that sweet spot again, making me cry out. He buried his head in the valley between my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples.
"Wait, can you do that again?"
This?
He shot his hips up again and stayed there.
I closed my eyes and couldn't help but smile at the incredible sensation.
Don't move I sent him as I rode him hard.
I heard his moans and rode him harder.
Christ, Nora
"Patch! I'm coming!"
He left feather light kisses on my chest.
You feel so fucking good, Angel
I wanted him to be completely transfixed on me, so I pulled his hands away from my breasts and held his wrists down on the sheets, my hips rocking up and down.
"Holy fuck, Nora." he whispered.
I watched him as I felt him pulse deep within me.
"Make me come, Patch, please, please." I whined loudly.
You want me to make you come again, Angel?
I nodded.
He flipped us over and rolled me on to my stomach and lifted my legs and arms to a bent over position, pushing past my swollen heat again.
Shall I make you come like this?
He thrust hard and fast, my hips bucking up to meet his movements. My fingers gripped the sheets and I could feel my climax approaching.
Come, Angel
He pulled me to be flush against his chest as he pounded into me, his hand pulling my hair away from my neck as his teeth bit down hard and his other hand quickly finding my clit and stroking it with just the right amount of pressure.
"Patch! Oh my god!"
"Nora... fuck!"
"Harder, harder... Ah!"
Angel, let me feel you come
Patch...
My mind went blank and all I could feel was him, deeply rooted inside me, how we fit together so perfectly.
I'm coming, Patch!
"Uhn! Nora... Angel, fuck!"
He stilled partially and I could feel myself pulsing around him, milking him.
He panted next to my ear and kissed down my neck sweetly, still inside me, he slowly began to soften.
"I'm not finished with you yet." I smiled.
He laughed, "Angel, I don't think I can do another round for a little while."
I pushed my hips back and heard him hiss, "I think you can." I repeated his words from the other night.
I want to try something, Patch
"Anything." he whispered as he began to grow hard again and slowly thrust.
I couldn't say the words, they were too embarrassing. So I took his hand and guided it to my behind, pushing his fingers through and moaning.
He gasped, "Are you sure, Angel?"
I nodded.
It will hurt, Nora... a lot
I don't care, Patch, I want to, please
He nodded, bringing his finger to his lips, sucking it. But I pulled his finger away and brought it to my mouth, swirling my tongue and grazing my teeth along the length.
When I deemed it wet enough, I pushed his hand down to my bottom again and he slowly eased his finger through.
The sensation was odd, but not all together unpleasant. He distracted me by running his tongue from my collarbone to behind my ear and thrust slowly, making my orgasm approach again.
I moaned, chanting his name.
He inserted a second finger and slowly started to make a scissoring motion. His thrusting made it easy to get lost in all the different sensations.
Patch, I'm going to come again
Fuck, Angel, you drive me mad
I came hard around him and he removed his fingers, quickly pulling his member free.
"Wait." I said breathlessly and turned around to bring him into my mouth, pushing my mouth down on him, not swallowing too much to try and get him lubricated.
I stood to meet his eyes and he seemed scared.
"Patch? What's wrong?"
"I don't want to hurt you." he said quietly.
I smiled, "Please, Patch. I really want to do this; you won't hurt me."
"It will hurt, Nora."
"But it won't hurt as much if you go slowly, please." I begged.
He paused, thinking, than nodded.
I turned around and bent over again, spreading myself to him.
I heard his breathing become heavy and he spread my bottom just a bit as I felt the tip of his member against my entrance.
I breathed in deeply, trying to relax myself.
He pushed through slowly, bending over to spread kisses across my back and shoulders.
Angel...
I moaned, pushing my hips up even more, trying to urge him on.
You're sure?
Yes!
I breathed deeply, feeling him push deeper, deeper, and deeper still.
He stopped when I felt his pelvis hit my behind and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Holy fuck." he gasped.
I squirmed impatiently, wanting him to move.
Give me a second, Angel
I heard him trying to even his breathing, trying to not move.
Patch
I was growing impatient, I wanted him to move.
He slowly, ever so slowly pulled out and eased back in.
Christ!
I moaned, pushing my hips back, trying to take him deeper.
Please, Patch, I want you to come again
He groaned loudly and began to slowly thrust, finally.
The feeling was tight and sore, but felt good.
I began meeting him thrust for thrust and he pulled me up again to bring my back to his chest as his hand found my clit and started pinching.
"Ah! Patch!"
Nora...
I felt him grow harder and pushed back as hard as I could to make him gasp loudly and his finger nails bite into my hip as his other hand worked my clit furiously.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Nora!
Yes! Patch!
So tight... so fucking tight... all mine, my greedy fucking Angel
His words brought me to my orgasm and I felt him release inside me, his hips still thrusting.
We collapsed forward, our breathing labored.
He waited a moment than slowly pulled out, making me gasp from the slight pinch of pain.
He brought me into his arms and lay beneath me, his fingers slowly moving up and down my side.
I was sleepy and yawned. I heard him laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"You." he kissed my head and leaned up.
"Where are you going?"
"To run you a hot bath."
"Why?"
"Because I want to wash you."
I just smiled and stood, following him to the bathroom.
As he turned on the water, he stalked towards me and griped my face with both his hands and kissed me furiously.
He took my breath away as he bit my lip, making it swell slightly. He pulled away, only an inch, running his thumb across my now swollen bottom lip.
"Ready?"
"For what?" I asked.
He turned me around and spread my legs, gripping a handful of my hair to pull my neck back.
"Look in the mirror, Nora."
I met my eyes with his reflection.
"I want you to see how much you make me lose control."
"I love it when you lose control." I smiled.
He smiled back, "Keep watching the mirror." he said as his lips parted to bare his teeth and bite down on my neck.
His hand roamed the small of my back, than spread my thighs even further apart. I was completely helpless to him, just like I loved.
"Keep watching." he whispered.
I had to focus really hard to do as he told, but my eyes kept sliding closed from the amazing things he was doing to my body.
I yelped in surprise when he suddenly plunged two fingers deep past my folds, curling them to make me come to the edge of climax again.
"Always ready for me, aren't you Angel?" he whispered hotly in my ear.
Patch... Inside me, please
Oh no, this is about you
He made me gasp again as he plunged in second knuckle deep.
I threw my head back, lifting my hips to bring him deeper.
Watch he ordered.
I opened my eyes and met his again in the reflection of our entangled bodies, his free hand wrapped around my waist and my head leaning back slightly on his shoulder, exposing my neck.
Come for me, Angel, come
Harder, Patch, please, please
His free hand roamed up to my neck and gripped lightly, my moans becoming louder.
I'm so close, Patch, please, I'm...
Come baby, come now
"Ah! Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" I kept eye contact with him in the mirror as my orgasm rocked through me and he turned my head to crash his lips to mine, biting my still swollen lip again. My body jerked uncontrollably, his fingers still plunging deeply.
Patch... again, I'm... ah!
Yes, Angel
My hips rocked furiously with his hand, his tongue demanding entrance past my lips and I gladly parted them.
He bit my tongue gently and I squealed in excitement.
His fingers curled and uncurled, only to curl again and make me cry out.
I love it! I love it, oh Patch!
Again, baby, come again
My body was his to do with as he wished and I couldn't fight him. I didn't want to.
I came again and I lost control of my limbs and fell against him. He caught me easily and laughed.
"Good girl." he whispered as he eased me into the now full tub and turned the water off.
He eased in behind me but only to bring me between his legs while he sat on the edge of the tub. He gripped a cloth and bar of soap and soaked the cloth, letting it pour over my back. I moaned from the amazing sensation as his fingers also began to massage my shoulders.
I felt like I literally melted from his amazing hands.
"You're seducing me." I mumbled.
I heard him laugh again, "Nonsense, I'm just taking care of my girl."
"You're spoiling me. You should be careful; I could definitely get used to this." I couldn't stop smiling.
He reached his hands around and gently massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples, "And I could definitely get used to this." he whispered as he licked the shell of my ear.
Five weeks went by and we did nothing but make love. We would cuddle and massage each other when we weren't tangled in each other's limbs and he would often make me breakfast in bed. We would only go out in public when he took me out to dinner at insanely priced fancy restaurants. I didn't understand why he wanted to do these things for me, I was completely entranced by him, I could never walk away.
I woke early in the morning by his body curling towards mine, his arm reaching over to pull me close, my back against his chest, his lips at my ear as he whispered sweet nothings to rouse me from my sleep. I was no longer ashamed of my nakedness; he made sure of that. I walked around wearing nothing strictly for his benefit. He enjoyed seeing me carefree and without worry. And I enjoyed seeing him smile. I'd do anything it took to make sure he kept on smiling. We were safe, happy, in our own world, our protective bubble. Nothing could come between us. We were stronger now that Azrael had been awakened and the Archangels didn't bother us again.
Everything was perfect.
But when I opened my eyes, I was suddenly overcome with nausea.
"Patch..." I warned.
"Nora?" he sat up and watched me.
I feel sick...
He quickly carried me to the bathroom and I shut the door on him before he could enter.
But nothing came up. I kept swallowing and swallowing the feeling of bile rising from my stomach to burn with acid in the back of my throat wouldn't go away, but there was nothing in my stomach to throw up.
I started coughing and I thought I tasted blood. The back of my neck burned suddenly and I had to hold back my scream of agony.
I heard the door burst open before I could see Patch. He knelt down and pulled me into his embrace, holding me tightly.
Angel, are you okay?
I shook my head, frustrated.
What's causing this? I gasped.
I don't know. It might be the mark
I tried to lurch again, but still nothing.
How can making me sick have anything to do with the mark?
It affects everyone differently
Then why aren't you affected? I shouted through our connection.
He rubbed my back and played with my hair, trying to calm me.
I felt the spell slowly going away and after a few minutes, I was able to sit up straight without feeling dizzy.
"What the hell was that?" I whispered.
"If it's what I think it is, it's only going to get worse." he said not meeting my eyes.
"What do you think it is?"
He sighed, "Nothing you'll need to concern yourself with yet."
"Patch, if it's happening to me, then I need to be concerned with it."
He stood and helped me up, "I'll tell you when you need to know."
I groaned in frustration and stomped to the bed, falling hard.
I thought I heard him laugh, but I knew he would be smarter than that to laugh at me right now.
Someone was in the apartment. I felt their presence, it was what woke me.
Patch still slept soundly next to me. I quietly crept from bed and put a long t-shirt on, opening the door and closing it without making a sound. I quickly marched into the living room and saw them.
Two angels, one male one female. And Scott stood next to them.
"PA-"
I tried to scream for Patch, but the male angel moved so quickly I thought I was still looking at him in front of me. I felt the blade tear into the flesh of my throat, damaging my vocal cords to longer be useful. I gripped my throat and tried to stop the bleeding.
"Don't worry, Azrael, you will not die yet. It takes much more to kill you, but we have the means to do so."
I saw Scott grin widely.
"This does nothing for us. Gives us no pleasure, we're just simply following orders." the female said smoothly.
I felt Azrael take over immediately. She pushed me to the back of my consciousness and the pain started to subside.
She spoke through the spatters of blood that poured from my throat.
"Who's orders?"
"Everyone's." they said at the same time.
I studied the two angels through Azrael's eyes.
The female had long blonde hair that passed her hips, but the top of her face was covered by a metal mask with a cross from top to bottom on it. On the side of the mask sprouted a small wing on either side where her ears would be seen. She had on a very revealing outfit. It seemed more like a swimsuit. She had one golden wing cupping each of her breasts, than a white material could be seen exposing her entire stomach and hips, becoming only two very thin pieces of fabric to stop completely at one leg, exposing it, but on the other traveling all the way down to her ankle. On the leg that was covered, she had on a thick golden band or bracelet around her ankle, matching the golden pattern on her white stiletto shoes. On her bare leg was two small black leather belts holding two small daggers. Around her waist I noticed were two more black belts. Her stiletto on her bare leg had more feathers around it. It was then that I noticed she didn't have wings. Just a large white cape around her with a floating thick pink ribbon with ancient writing on it that floated above her head and wrapped around her wrists multiple times.
She watched me, studied me as I was studying her.
I then realized that I was wrong about her absence of wings. She just had them folded down to give the appearance of a cape, but I could see the feathers at the end of them now. And on her left arm, mirroring the leg that was covered were two long thin wings sprouting out from her wrist. I wondered what those were for.
As if she were listening to my thoughts, she sprouted her wings and I suddenly felt much smaller. She had four large wings on each side, a red glow surrounding them. Altogether she was very beautiful and extremely sensual.
I then studied the male. His appearance was very similar to the females. He also had long hair, though not nearly as long as the woman's; an identical mask except for the colors. Whereas hers was black with a silver cross on it, his was all black and without the wings on the side. His entire body was covered in the clean white material, sticking to him like a second skin, showing off his abs. His left shoulder bore a sun, as did the belt around his narrow hips. The ribbon that wrapped around his left arm was dark royal blue, and I noticed another one wrapped around his right leg, and a thick strip of the blue cloth was hanging from the front of his belt. The two ribbons that wrapped around his arm and leg bore the same ancient writing that hers did.
He sprouted his wings as well, most likely in an attempt at intimidation, but he only had three on both sides. His had an aura of gold.
"What do you mean 'everyone'?" Azrael asked.
"In Heaven. They've grown tired of your mistakes."
"Who are you? I've never seen your presence in Heaven before."
"We are Father's new creations. The better version of you and Jev."
"Really? Better? In what ways?"
"We do not sin."
Scott chimed in then, "Can we just skip to the part where we kill her and extract Azrael's soul?"
"You don't have what it takes to kill me." Azrael smiled.
The male and female angel than poised for attack. The female brought her left wrist up with the two thin wings, using it like a bow, and pulled a glowing arrow from thin air, lifting herself up with the power of her eight wings and aiming the arrow right at my chest.
The male took a single step back and produced a thick staff of pure gold with the ancient writing on it again, and it began to glow so bright I felt Azrael had to look away.
"We will kill you." they said together.
Patch, please, please wake up...
"Don't bother, Azrael, you can't fight fate."
I suddenly felt searing pain all through my body, like every molecule and fiber was being torn from my skin. I tried to release my scream but Scott ran behind me and held his hand to cover my mouth, stopping all my breathing together.
His fingers dug into the exposed flesh at my neck and tore, deepening the wound, stopping any and all sound I could have made.
"Die." they all said at once, and I saw the female angel release her arrow, felt it plunge through my chest, heard the blood pooling on the floor beneath me. My body couldn't decide to be hot from the blood around it or cold from losing all the blood.
I fell to the floor and felt Scott grip a handful of my hair tightly, raising my torn neck to seep more blood, than the male angel stepped closer and raised his staff, pulled it back and sunk it deeply into my chest. I heard the bones of my chest plate breaking before I felt it.
Scott pushed me to the floor and knelt to eye level with me as I lay gasping, feeling Azrael's soul slipping away as I regained control of my body.
"You should have been mine." he smiled.