Crushed Seraphim by Debra Anastasia Page B

you to let me out of this pesky dress.”
    Jason was speechless. Even his mind was silent as she slowly licked her shoulder.
    “We’re wasting time pretending, Jason. How many ways do I have to beg you before you give it up?”
    She twirled around again and ran her hands over his chiseled muscles. She opened the button on his pants before he could give her an answer.
    I’m trying to think about you . And that’s not helping.
    She traced his waistband while biting her bottom lip. “Think about me then, and don’t stop thinking until you’re inside me.” She hugged him closer and spoke into his chest. “Take my mind away, Jason. I don’t want to be in my head anymore.”
    The starlight streaked silver through her hair. Without her wing she was so real, so human. The blood pumping swiftly through his own veins made him feel like a human man. Filling his lungs again made choices and time feel important. He wanted her. Now.
    All she wanted was a moment of peace, of human joy. He could do that. She smiled, hearing his decision.
    Jason pointed at the backdrop and sprinkled the air with thousands of levitating candles.
    She gasped. It was romance on the grandest of scales. He reached behind his back and produced a huge bouquet of red roses. She accepted them, gave them a sniff, then chucked them over her shoulder.
    A wall.
    Emma looked confused, but Jason knew what he was doing as he advanced on her, grabbing her tightly and pushing her back against the newly imagined barrier. He wanted leverage as he ravished her. With his hands on either side of her head he pressed against her with his body, kissing her until she stopped shaking.
    He skimmed her breasts with his fingertips, and she moaned. Jason heard his brain snap as he picked her up. All at once she could feel his need between her legs, and she drew in a breath.
    “This is going to be good.” She put her arms around him and began biting his neck, then switched, tickling his ear with her tongue.
    Jason pulled the wall out from behind her and carried her, kissing all the while, to the bed. He was beginning to envision exactly what lingerie he’d put her in before he ripped it off when a loud beeping invaded their starlit paradise.
    Jason put Emma down on the bed and covered her while scanning the space for danger.
    “Shh…” Emma touched his cheek with sad eyes. “Time’s up, handsome. Hold tight to me.” She pulled on his shoulders, and he made himself a blanket for her.
    “Kiss me.” She breathed into his lips.
    As he kissed her, Jason watched their paradise evaporate from the ground up. Soon he was lying on top of Emma in the middle of the clearing. He ended their kiss sweetly and took his weight off of her. His heart slowed erratically in his chest as the world caught up to them. Jason wanted to soothe her. He wanted to stay in the stars with her for hours, for days.
    But as they looked to the day-lit sky, fireworks began illuminating the atmosphere, and Emma shouted in fury. “Son of a bitch! This is between you and me. You and me! Leave the rest alone. Come down here and fight me, woman to woman. Everett, you pussy!”
    Then it dawned on Jason what the anomaly in the sky was. As surreal as it seemed, he watched falling star after falling star. He’s tossing angels from Heaven?
    Emma was too busy launching snowballs at the sky to answer. Jason looked closer and could see glimpses of hands or a flow of beautiful hair in the stars’ trails.
    Let’s go. I’ll catch that one — you run for that one.
    She shook her head. “We can’t. There are too many. Crushed seraphim…” She trailed off, lost in sadness for a moment. “We can’t help them here.”
    Lightning sparked across the sky. Everett was laughing. Emma turned to Jason and noticed he was wearing his casual clothes again. Everything was as it had been. Scary and threatening.
    She reached for his hand. “Half-breed, I need you to man up and quick. The only hope we have is getting me to Hell.