Fall From Grace by Eden Crowne

them and laid her down. Running his hands between
her thighs.
    Such intimacy. They
were beyond human and it was terrifying how they must reveal
themselves to each other. There was no hiding. Not their strengths,
nor their weaknesses. She saw his desire, felt the urgency and fear
pounding in his blood. She reached out. He gasped as she guided him
to her, wanting to fill her and complete this perfect storm of
emotion no matter the consequences. He moved, lithe and sinuous
between her legs, pressing them wider with his own strong thighs.
Trailing one hand over her eyes, along her cheek and throat, Trick
felt the pulse racing there. Across the sensuous curves of her
breasts and waist, then down to the swell of her belly. Her hands
on him, she pulled him closer, guiding him to where he so rightly
belonged. Those sweet lips parted for him and leaning closer, he
kissed her, his tongue in her mouth. She tasted the shadow of her
desire on him and it excited her. Their tongues danced back and
forth as he inched closer to the well of her desire.
    Man and woman fit
together with such exquisite symmetry. A perfection of form that
went so far beyond function. Anyone who doubted God's existence has
never really made love. He pressed forward, feeling her stretch
around the size of him. There was no going back now. No retreat for
either of them.
    Evie pulled him to
her. He broke through and she cried out, as though she was a virgin
again, pain as swift and sharp as a knife blade shooting through
her. She almost pushed him away, she did not think she could take
him in. Rising up, he towered over her, his handsome face staring
down, brows drawn together in concentration. Hot and hard, the skin
burned as they came together, inch by inch. Her wings flexed back
and forth, carving out deep grooves in the sand. He pushed forward,
his eyes never leaving her face. Relentlessly taking possession,
burying himself deeper and deeper still, beyond her body and into
her heart.
    Overcome, she sobbed,
wanting him so very much despite the pain. Damning herself or him,
it didn't matter. Flexing her wings, she pushed her torso up to
meet him, kissing him hungrily. As she did, she felt the sweet
release of tension. With a wild cry of elation, he was fully within
her.
    An indescribable
pleasure filled her body. A fullness of being that went so far
beyond mere physical sensation. The perfect balance of tension and
release. He began to rock, moving his hips to the rhythm of this
dance. Her hips followed his, shadowing every movement and together
they stepped effortlessly into a choreography laid out so long
ago.
    Trick felt her
muscles clenched around him, silk and steel in equal measure as he
moved. He fell upon her with his lips, kissing every part of her he
could reach: her mouth, her eyes, the arch of her white throat, the
tiny curve of her ears. Stroking and touching, needing to memorize
every part of her body, overcome not with what he had done but the
fact he would never be allowed to do it again.
    Their first and last
time together.
    His Master would damn
him for this, chain him in a place where the release of death was
only a vain hope. He didn't care. Trick held his Angel, her nails
digging into his back, pushing and pulling within that velvet
sheath again and again. He would hold this memory to him in the
agony to come.
    Falling, falling.
Earthbound and down.
    Rising high on his
hips, pressing against her and the sweet spot he knew was waiting
there, he increased the rhythm, the muscles in his thighs clenched
tightly. Evie's breath came faster and faster until she could not
breath at all. The feelings building, cresting and crashing down.
Those sweet sensations filled her inside and out with an ecstasy so
primal she could not stop the tears coursing down her face. To feel
this here, now, with him. She had never thought or hoped for such a
thing after her transition. At that moment she at last understood
how two people could sacrifice everything for a few