Midnight Cove

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Blank Slate

WARNING: Sexually Explicit Language/adult content in this chapter. PG-13/R

I let Phoenix play to his heart's content.  When he finished I offered only my hand, a gesture for him to help me rise from where I was stationed on the floor. I didn't let go of his hand as I stood, directly in front of him. Instead, I took up his other hand and placed them on the small of my back while I pressed my body against his. With soft pleading eyes and pouting lips, I glanced up into his dimpled smile from beneath the dark fringe of my lashes.

I made a sigh so delicate it was more of a moan and spoke his name. "Phoenix."

It was all I needed to say. He kissed me then as if it had been our very first. It was a long kiss, deep and passionate. For the first time, I returned the kiss with as much urgency as he did. I rubbed my large, supple breasts against his ripped, muscular upper body and dug my fingers into his dark thick curls.

I knew he wanted me then; I could feel his body harden under my touch. I was going to claim his love and his heart forever. I made an audible moan this time, vocalizing my want for him. He picked me up, lifting me by my hips, hiking up my long silk gown and placing me atop the piano. I began to undress him, slowly unfastening the buttons on his shirt.

He watched me, not making any attempt at hindering, or helping my progress. I finished unbuttoning his last button slowly, and he shrugged his shirt and suit jacket off of his wide shoulders and onto the floor. I proceeded to undo his belt and slacks. When I had completed my task, I looked up at him. He had a sinful satisfied smile on his face and then in less time than I had to take a breath, his black angel wings unfurled. I gasped, for the first of many times that night, for that was when he took me.

Phoenix's lovemaking wasn't soft or tender, his love was deep and I felt it in inches. I clung to his strong frame as his powerful lunges drove his manliness into my soft velvety flesh. When he would hold back, I would moan and scream and beg from him more. I had found in Phoenix an authority I had never experienced before.

He could read the signals of my body better than the instrument I was writhing on top of. My weak flesh demanded rest, but my passionate desire demanded more and would not be quieted. After a time, of which I am certain was hours, we both climaxed at the same time. His warmth spread through me then, and I felt at peace in a way I had never before encountered.

I curled my legs up savoring the hot flush of my skin and fading sensation of my boiling blood. In one fell swoop, I was carried up in Phoenix's arms. I had completely bared my soul to him and now lied back in his arms comfortable in my vulnerability. My head rested against his bicep, and I saw the glistening black feathers of his angelic faery wings tucked neatly behind his shoulders.

I reached my hand out, and with my fingertips stroked their glossy, ebony texture. They had always looked so fierce, but in reality, they were extremely soft. I smiled, they were just like him. I looked up and saw his soft eyes and smiling face looking down at me with nothing but admiration and love.

Phoenix set me down under my enormous canopy bed and I quickly grasped his hand.  "Stay with me?" I pleaded. I couldn't bare the thought of him leaving me now. He tilted his head and smiled down at me.  Then he let go of my hand, and for single heartbeat I feared that he would leave, until I saw that he came round the bed and climbed in next to me. His left arm draped over me while he propped himself up on his right.

He peered down at me. "Marry me, Coral?" His soft whispered tone shone with a devoted love of admiration.

I turned onto my back, facing up at him. I didn't know if he was serious. My eyebrows scrunched together and I stared back at him not saying a word. He read the look on my face.