495 Thread of Hope- Part 2
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Madeline knew Calhoun was not just speaking about Raphael, but also about his mother.
"I will never hand you over to those darn angels."
Leaning forward, Madeline pressed her lips on his cheek, leaving a tender kiss. "I am not leaving the big bad wolf," she said.
Calhoun had not spent a lot of time with Raphel compared to the time he had spent with Theodore, but that didn't mean the demon's life didn't hold any value in his eyes. Most of the people viewed the King of Devon to be cruel and heartless, considering his history when it came to killing men who had bad-mouthed his mother or when it came to killing women whom he had bedded only to find out their ulterior motives. He had done it all to protect the things and people he cared about.
He looked at the girl who sat with him in his company. Though he had fallen in love with her the moment he had spoken to her during Hallow, Calhoun had truly come to love Madeline for the person she was, and she did the same, accepting him with his faults. And even with the possibility where the demons or the angels could come for them again, Calhoun still looked at their life to be perfect as they had each other. And now he had a grandfather too.
Picking her up in his arms, he placed her in the middle of the bed before he joined her side. Madeline had a tranquil expression on her face, and she turned her body to face him.
"I didn't get to spend time with you the way I thought I would do. But I don't think anything ever goes according to the plans," confessed Calhoun, reaching for her hand and bringing it in front of his mouth. He pressed his lips on her hand first before kissing each tip of her fingers.
"What are you doing?" Madeline whispered her question as Calhoun seemed to be moving one inch of space at a time, making her smile.
"Loving my wife, and worshipping her the way she deserved to be cherished," he replied to her, every word he uttered was interrupted by a kiss that he dropped on her finger and Madeline didn't complain about it.
Right after their wedding night, they had been thrown into danger and dealing with other things where they hadn't been able to find time for each other like this. To laze on the bed as if there was nothing to worry, like there was no Salvette Mortem that had appeared in the corridor, or how there was still a possibility of more demons and fallen angels coming for them.
A small giggle escaped Madeline's lips, and she asked, "How did you think we would be spending our time?"
Calhoun's eyes shifted from Madeline's fingertips to look up into her eyes. "Not let go of you even after the rays of the sun has touched the land. And to keep you in my company and in my arms. To make love to you until you lose yourself in me before repeating it all over again."
"That would be lovely, and maybe it is time," said Calhoun, and as he said that, the off-white nightdress that was on her body started to change its colour to black until it started to dissipate itself into soft black feathers.
With Winter still prevailing in the lands of Devon, Madeline could feel the cold air on her naked skin.
Calhoun pushed himself up to hear Madeline's heart skip a beat when he hovered above her. Balancing his body with one hand, he used the other hand to brush her cheek.
Madeline felt less shy about her nakedness, but her heart continued to beat faster at their closeness as the loose shirt that Calhoun wore had disappeared similar to her dress.
Eyes still on him, she asked curiously, "What happens to the dresses?"
"They go back in the cupboard," answered Calhoun, feeling her skin heat up because of him.
Even though she was part angel, things like this still fascinated her as if she was seeing it for the very first time.
Madeline had come far from being the innocent girl who didn't know about the existence of the creatures she was part of. Calhoun knew what the angel's meant, about her power, and he had felt the strength of it. It was one reason why he believed she would be alright during the fight as the dark angel in her knew how to defend herself. Madeline's hands that once used to be covered in mud because of planting plants were now covered in blood.
But to Calhoun, she was still the same innocent girl he had met during the time of Hallow, as well as the small girl who had shown him kindness by offering her handkerchief to him when he was falling into a pit of darkness. Not a single person was able to warm his heart the way she did, and it was because she had his heart with her.
"That's good," Madeline raised both her hands to brush Calhoun's hair away from his forehead, letting her fingers weave through the thick lock of his hair. Her eyes continued to stare back at him with a faint smile on her lips.
Leaning forward, Calhoun's lips met Madeline's lips, and she opened to him even before he could touch her. Madeline welcomed Calhoun into her arms, and she kissed him back with more ferocity than she had done in the past. Both of them got lost in each other's kisses and touches, their hands holding a certain fervor in them.
Amid their passionate touches, Madeline pushed herself up and her fingers traced to feel the length of Calhoun's strong shoulders, and then his chest before touching his abs that were firm and taut.
Calhoun's hand moved from Madeline's chin to move towards her jaw before bringing both of their faces closer to each other so that he could place a kiss. She was like water while he was left in a desert thirsty, and he couldn't get enough of her. When he bit into her bottom lip, he heard her gasp and her heart hitch. The drop of blood that appeared, he lapped it with his tongue, sucking her lower lip to feel her body starting to turn on as it was filling itself with desire for him.
He weaved his fingers through her lustrous hair, having her head pulled backwards he went back to kiss her as if wanting to possess and keep her with him so that no one would ever come to take her away. His lips made its way to kiss her slender neck, and he took his time to love her the way she deserved to be loved.
"Ah!" she gasped when he bit one side of her breast. His fingers had made its way between her legs to feel the wetness as if she was waiting for him.
"So precious," he whispered in the shell of her ear. More gasps and groans erupted through their lips, letting their lips and hands roam around each other's body.
When Calhoun pushed himself into her, Madeline lost herself in his arms. She was barely able to think as every single cell in her body could think nothing, but be filled with the feeling of pleasure that Calhoun was making her experience. When she was close to her orgasm, her eyes closed and her toes curled, while her body shuddered until she finally climaxed.
It felt like Heaven, and maybe it was the only Heaven she would like to go with Calhoun.
Calhoun wasn't too far away from his release, and with half-dazed eyes, Madeline saw Calhoun's face fill itself with pleasure, and it was one of the fascinating things she had seen until now, that only heated her body up. He was insatiable, and his lips continued to love Madeline, raising goosebumps on her skin. Their second orgasm wasn't too far, and Madeline slowly felt her senses return. She felt Calhoun kiss the nape of her neck, and she sighed.
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