Pressing my lips to the tender flesh, I earned a squeak of shock. Her eyes widened as she slowly complied with my need. All that I wanted was right here, ready to give more than she ever had.
"Settle down Bran." She breathed.
I murmured against the skin of her neck, pulling my shirt away. Desperation was filling me and I craved a moment, even if it was our last. I hoped it wouldn't be.
"We should really talk about this. I know you're."
A breathy moan escaped as I kissed over her body. Pressing her to the bed, I looked down into those beautiful eyes and kissed her again. Wriggling out of my clothes, I earned a chuckle.
"Well, I was going to say that I know you're happy but I can see it easily."
Yeah, my smile was rather large.
"You don't want this?" I asked as I flexed my hips against her.
Emily groaned, the grin could not be wiped from her face.
"Of course I do but I thought you'd like to know how I plan on cracking the spell."
"Nuh. So long as you do it and you're in my bed before nightfall, I don't care."
She looked up at me, smiling softly as her fingers toyed with the tips of the hair at the back of my head.
"Okay, tell me."
"Nope. I don't want to now."
I rolled onto the bed, lying beside her. Emily settled into my arms, a contented sigh escaped her. It was a beautiful sound.
This was more than enough for me, I was just happy that she was here and not somewhere else. When she appeared, my heart skipped a beat. Her smile was broader than I'd ever seen, she actually looked excited. Then when she said she had a plan, that she'd been to see Elstrach, that it all sat perfectly now, I was elated.
But there was a downside. I had to go to hell. I had to go home. Emily said that Michael was in hell, with my father in his office. They were discussing my return and already my father was in negotiation for leniency. My father was a stubborn man and would get what he wanted but when he was already pissed off at me, it was a difficult task.
Worse than my father being stubborn was Michael being just as stubborn. Those two would butt heads for a century if they had the chance. But, Emily had a plan for that too. That came in the form of another archangel that seemed to be the proverbial meat in the sandwich, the one that stepped between the waring brothers and said enough. Gabriel was if anything, a saviour. Hopefully he would be one for me too.
I suppose that I deserved everyone's wrath, it had occurred to me that I was being a brat but I wouldn't have done any of this if heaven had just left us alone. They had no right to interfere in our love.
"I missed this." Emily whispered against my chest.
Her arms were wrapped around my waist as we laid on the hotel bed. Today had been odd. I'd come so close to being tempted by Chloe but something inside of me snapped. It was like an awakening and I found clarity in my mind. A switch had been turned on and I backed away, put my shirt on while apologising and disappeared before she could say anything. At some point in the future, I was going to have to face her but for now, I had to get through today.
"Me too. I worry I won't get this again."
"You will. Your father reminded me to never forget that heaven isn't as innocent as it seems, to always seek the truth and form my own opinion."
Emily sat up, looking down at me. Sadness rippled through her, tears formed in her eyes, glistening the soft purple colouring.
"I'm sorry Bran, I gave up and I shouldn't have. I believed them and everything that they said. I lost hope."
"So did I. Hope is easy to lose but you found it again and rather than dwelling on the past, I'd rather move forward."
So that we didn't discuss everything that I'd done. Regrets? Yeah, maybe I had a few. My fingers caressed the skin of her stomach, trying not to alert her to the fact that I was searching for life. Did I think that she might have had sex while we were apart? Yes, I did but I wasn't going to get angry at her about it. I understood the feeling of hopelessness. I understood that she could believe their lies and offers of acceptance. She'd been alone for so long and they welcomed her back with open arms, I would have been surprised if she didn't want that life.
Was I worried that she might be pregnant to someone else? Of course I was. Thankfully I couldn't find anything.
"I like your hair." I said, changing the subject.
Emily smiled at me, trailing her fingers through the strands of red that were nearly pink. She'd changed out of that awful suit and into something that was more suited to her. One tight shirt that hugged her body with a pair of low slung jeans. The thick jacket she'd worn when she went to see Elstrach was on the lounge, the heavy boots on the floor near them.
"I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure about going this shade of red but I think it's cool. It's almost pink now."
The smile lessened, her hands flopped to her lap with a defeated sigh.
"Everyone kept telling me that I stood out too much, I like being different. They said I was odd."
"There is nothing wrong with being odd Em. Besides you're just perfect to me."
"That place is like a conformity factory." She muttered.
No imperfections, everything had to be perfect. Standard hair colours and body shapes, nothing interesting at all. Except for Emily, she stood out, like a bright red star in the night sky. Sure she had the similar body shape that was seen as perfection but she had a mind that didn't accept the square that she was expected to fit into.
Sitting up to her, I lifted her arms into the air. Her eyes shut with ecstasy as my fingers trailed down the underside of her arms, over her chest and to the hem of her shirt. Getting up onto my knees, I pulled the shirt away and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing her as I undid the bra.
Gently laying her onto the bed, I kissed my way down her body, undoing her jeans. She whimpered as I kissed her inner thigh.
"Bran."
One little word that begged me back to her. I loved to hear her need for me. I pulled my shorts down, tossing them with the jeans I'd wriggled out of.
As I delved into her, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, we had an hour before it was expected that we return. Anxiety was filling me fast, I worried for what was ahead of me but I wasn't going to complain. I would accept my fate. But before I walked the path to what could be a life imprisoned in hell, I wanted an hour with Emily. Just one, then I could remember it for the rest of eternity.