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Amelia took hold of his wrist and tried to tug him into deeper water. He stood firm and she frowned.
â€œYou canâ€™t swim, can you?â€
â€œI donâ€™t know. I have never tried.â€ He might be able to swim. Angels sometimes remembered how to do things that they had experienced in a previous lifetime. If he had known how to swim then, he could instinctively remember it now, but he wasnâ€™t willing to risk drowning in order to find out.
It didnâ€™t seem to bother Amelia. She splashed his bare chest and face, and he responded by sweeping his arm across the warm water, sending a wave rushing towards her. She ducked under the surface and the water settled around him, lapping at his waist. He turned on the spot, searching for Amelia. When she didnâ€™t surface after a few seconds, his pulse picked up and he waded further out, fearing that something had happened.
Something brushed his backside and he turned sharply, causing ripples to spread outwards from his chest. His senses blared in warning but he wasnâ€™t quick enough. Amelia launched out of the water, looped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. Her playful attack caused his heels to dig into the soft wet sand under his feet and he fell backwards, sending them both underwater.
It went straight into his mouth and stung his eyes.
He broke the surface a split-second later, coughing the vile water up, and Amelia re-emerged, her sheepish smile visible in the strong moonlight.
She swam towards him and then around him, and his anger faded away when she came to stand behind him and stroked his back.
â€œTheyâ€™re beautiful. Are they really a curse?â€ she whispered, her warm fingertips tracing the wings marked on his shoulder blades.
Marcus stilled, his focus so intently fixed on her that every light touch stirred his insides, fanning his desire for her. Her breath washed over his wet skin, teasing it and he closed his eyes, wanting to absorb how he felt when she was so close to him. Warm. Hungry. Mad for her.
â€œApparently so,â€ he said and she came around him. He caught her bare waist and drew her flush against him. She surprised him by taking hold of his shoulders, lifting herself up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He groaned and clutched her backside to support her, and then remembered the flimsy thing she was wearing on her lower half. He pressed his fingers into her bare bottom and groaned again, his body stirring and aching as he familiarised himself with her soft flesh.
â€œHow did you get them?â€ Amelia leaned in and peppered his shoulder with kisses, gradually working her way along towards his collarbone and then his neck. He couldnâ€™t think straight to answer her when she was touching him like this. It seemed like torture to have to think at all. She placed a single wet kiss on his jaw and then leaned back and rested her hands on his chest. Her pupils were wide in the low light, darkening her eyes, and he stared into them. â€œWell?â€
She really expected him to answer.
â€œI got drunk and when I came around, I was sleeping face down and couldnâ€™t call my wings. Heaven called me back to them and I discovered that someone had drawn this curse on me whilst I was unconscious.â€
Her hands ran up his chest to his shoulders and then she leaned towards him and caressed his shoulder blades, her breasts pressing against him.
He murmured his agreement and stared at her mouth.
â€œIt explains why you didnâ€™t want to drink the wine. And youâ€™re really an angel?â€ Her eyes searched his.
She glanced away and a sense of sorrow flowed through him. He frowned and ducked to one side, trying to see her face so he could understand the sudden change in her emotions. Her gaze met his and the edge of hurt in it compelled him to comfort her even though he wasnâ€™t sure what was wrong.
â€œWhat is it?â€ he whispered, his brow furrowing as he waited for her to speak.
â€œEinar said that you arenâ€™t omniscientâ€¦ or some fancy wordâ€¦ that you couldnâ€™t have stopped my mother from dyingâ€¦ I wished that you could have.â€
He did too. Watching her grieve had been one of the most difficult trials he had ever endured.
â€œI wish I could have been there for you.â€ He let the confession slip out quietly, unsure of whether it would only hurt her further to know that he had seen her suffering and had done nothing about it.
Amelia rested her head on his shoulder and sighed, her breath skittering over his collarbones. Marcus closed his eyes, leaned his cheek against her forehead, and held her close to him, comforting her in the way he had wanted to then. Waves lapped against them, rocking them back and forth. It had been a long time since he had felt such peace.
â€œI could sleep here, like this. Itâ€™s so hard to sleep these days.â€ Her words were a bare whisper and she sagged against him.
He remembered the couch in her apartment and the blanket. â€œYou havenâ€™t been sleeping well?â€
She shook her head. â€œNot since that break in.â€
Marcus frowned. He hadnâ€™t thought to piece the two together. Her mother had died during a break in and one had occurred in the apartment building they shared. It had frightened her and he hadnâ€™t noticed it. That was why her ex had shaken her up by trying to bang her door down. She had feared him breaking in and hurting her.
He wrapped his arms tighter around her and pressed her close to him, enveloping her slender form in his protective embrace. Desire to call his wings out and wrap those around her too, to cocoon her completely, ran deep in his veins but he held them at bay.
â€œI will never let anything happen to you, Amelia. I promised you that and I mean to keep my word.â€ The hardness in his voice surprised him as much as the intensity of the emotions that beat in his heart at the thought of her coming under attack and being afraid.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, rested his lips there for a few heartbeats of time, and then drew back. Amelia emerged from his embrace, her eyes sparkling with tears. He kissed away the ones that had fallen onto her cheeks. She raised her head into his kisses, until their lips were a hairâ€™s breadth apart.
â€œYou really are an angel.â€ Her lips brushed his as she spoke, stirring his passion.
When she went to speak again, he swooped on her lips, silencing her. Her words became a quiet moan that sent a shiver through him and he held her closer, one hand supporting her backside and the other splayed between her shoulder blades.
He didnâ€™t want to talk anymore.
He wanted to show her without words how she made him feel, how much he craved her taste and her touch, and that he needed her. He hadnâ€™t promised to keep her safe and protect her because he was an angel. He had made that vow because he was a man, and he cared about her.
Marcus ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth and she opened to him, her tongue coming out to play with his and tease it inside. He slanted his head and claimed her mouth, plundering it with his tongue and drawing another heated groan from her. She shifted against him, pressing closer until her warm body was flush against his, driving him mad with the need to caress every inch of her, to taste her and seek out her sensitive spots with his lips. The water lapped at his waist, knocking against him, and he turned with her and carried her back to the beach.
The moment he was clear of the water, he laid her down on the hard sand and covered her body with his. The heat of her overwhelmed him, pushing his desire to new heights, and he moaned into her mouth as she scored her nails over his scalp and then tangled her fingers in his hair, anchoring him to her. He wasnâ€™t going anywhere.
She tore a groan from his throat when she raised her hips into his, rubbing her warm flesh against his hard length, and he ground against her, desperate for more. Nerves surfaced, whispered doubts at the back of his mind, and he pushed them away. He would let things progress naturally. He would make love to her and bring her pleasure.
He kissed a path along her jaw, so hungry to taste her that he nipped occasionally with his blunt teeth. Each playful bite drew a deep moan from Amelia that set his blood burning hotter and hotter, until he couldnâ€™t stop himself from biting her shoulder, sinking his teeth into her soft pale skin, ravenous for her. She groaned and giggled, and he released her, panting hard when she raked her short nails down his back. The blaze that followed their trail made him shudder and moan, bucking his hips against hers. Devil.
Her legs tangled with his, her feet sliding up his calves, driving awareness of their position through him. His hips nestled between her thighs, her body burning against his where they met and pressed together. Or was that his body on fire? He thrust forwards, rubbing his aching length, desperate to feel her beneath him. It felt so damn good, she felt so damn good, and he couldnâ€™t get enough of her. He wanted to devour her, to slow down and lick and caress every inch of her but needed to feel her, to bury himself in her heat and be one with her before he exploded from the sensations overloading his mind and his body. The conflicting feelings collided inside him, driving him out of his head until he was alternating between kisses and nips on her arms and shoulders, between stealing her breath from her lips with his own and caressing her body. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once, and have her touch him.
Needed to feel her hands on his flesh.
Water lapped at his feet and then swept over him to his knees. The distraction was enough that Amelia caught him off guard when she grabbed his shoulders and rolled with him, flipping him onto his back and knocking the wind from him. He stared up at her, transfixed as she straddled his hips, the warm apex of her thighs pressed against the full length of his cock. He groaned and rolled his eyes closed when she leaned forwards, lightly running her hands over his stomach and up to his chest in swirling patterns that pushed him closer to the edge.
His fingers shook as he placed his hands on her thighs and ran them upwards towards her hips. Amelia moaned and he wanted to see her again and see the pleasure he brought her. She smiled down at him, her hair tangled and wet, sand sticking to her shoulders and arms, and then looked at her breasts, drawing his gaze there.
Marcusâ€™s lips parted as she took hold of his hands and leaned towards him. He went along with her as she brought his hands around behind her to the bow tying her bikini top in place and tugged at the ends of the black string. The two black triangles covering her breasts fell forwards and he stared at them, wishing they were out of the way and no longer obscuring his view. Amelia untied the strap around her neck and his breath shortened as the wet bikini top fell onto his stomach.
He was aware that he didnâ€™t look particularly manly as he stared at her full breasts and their dusky pink peaks but he didnâ€™t care. It wasnâ€™t the first time he had seen a female nude, but it was Amelia. The sight of her like this, so open and vulnerable, bared for him, made his cock throb and his body tighten with the urge to be inside her.
She caught hold of his hands and brought them to her breasts as she sat back on his groin again, torturing him with her warmth. Marcus thumbed her puckered nipples, teasing them into harder peaks, and watched the myriad of feelings flicker across her face, small ripples of pleasure that brought him warmth and increased his hunger. Her pleasure was his as he studied her face and her reactions to everything that he did. She moaned and leaned back, forcing her breasts into his hands, and he squeezed them, causing her to bite her lip and utter his name in a low sexy voice.
He raised his hips into hers, grinding his hard length into her soft mound, and she tilted her head back, moaning her pleasure at the starlit heavens.
He needed more.
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More about the book:
Her Guardian Angel
A love so strong it will shake Heaven and Hell.
A guardian angel dedicated to his duty, Marcus will do whatever Heaven asks of him, but even his loyalty has its limits. When his superior orders him to gain Ameliaâ€™s trust through seduction, Marcus starts to question his mission and his feelings for the beautiful woman he has watched over since her birth.
Amelia has gone from one bad relationship to another, so when a gorgeous guy moves in next door looking like Mr Right, she hopes he doesnâ€™t turn out to be another black knight in disguise. But thereâ€™s more to Marcus than meets the eye, and when he rescues her from three demonic men, Amelia is thrust into his nightmarish world. On the run from demonic angels and the Devil himself, aided by warrior angels and their amazing women, Marcus and Amelia discover a love that will last forever.
When the strength of that love is put to the test, will Marcus and Amelia win their fight for survival against the odds or will they lose in a deadly eternal game between Heaven and Hell?
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