A Little Piece Of Heaven

Claire unpinned her hat from her hair, flinging it down on the bed before drifting towards the window and opening the curtains. The view was grey and wet, people hurrying across the square below to escape the rain and the men looking at them from corners and the grey hulks of military vehicles. She stood in the window and stared at them dispassionately. Paris had always been one of her favourite places and now it stank of war and corruption. Didn’t exactly help to improve her mood.
She and Zacky had bought the apartment in ’37, a place to escape when they were not busy or needed elsewhere. For a while they could pretend to be mortal and have the simple pleasures of taking coffee in the café down below or walking hand in hand by the Seine, talking with the pleasant old lady downstairs about niceties such as the weather. It had been fun and pleasant and now these intruders were spoiling it.
Of course her mood was more to do with still being annoyed at Lilith and the genuine concerns about what was to come. None of them had been able to avoid the feeling growing over the continent, the witches knew when someone was fucking around with boundaries between one world and another. Dani had become convinced that someone was trying to break down those boundaries and the implication was terrifying. Johnny and Stefanie were stepping up their research both on conventional weapons for the army contracts and for the otherworldly technology that relied on ancient texts and considerable guesswork. They remained in Washington, telepathy and connection allowing them to stay in touch with Europe and the islands.
Matt and Jimmy were in full on battle mode, Raven’s training intensifying now that they were secure in their townhouse in Oahu. Both were currently disguised under naval intelligence, Dani and Raven staying as unobtrusive as possible while Dani worked to point Claire and Lilith in the right direction and Raven began to master both the blade Zacky had given her and the art of reaping.
“You’re literally glowing my love…”
Claire felt her muscles weaken into a more comfortable state as Zacky wrapped his arms around her and she allowed her head to settle back against his shoulder. There were so many ways in which he could calm her and this was the best. She loved both Lilith and Syn but there was never anything but chaos when they were around and now she was grateful that they had headed out into the countryside to snoop around. It meant a lull and some time alone with her man before they all had to go into battle.
“I can’t help it. She could have died…again. Will never just fucking behave…”
Her words slurred a little as his arms tightened, lips now smiling against the curve of her collar bone. Claire could feel the gentle kisses and his body pressed against hers and tried to concentrate on being pissed off. While she knew that he would win in the end, more so as the jacket he wore had been discarded, it wouldn’t do to give in too quickly. Zacky knew she would fight him and let his fingers trail over her hip.
“They will go their own way as always, Syn is just as bad. I don’t want to talk about that now.”
“I know but…”
Zacky tightened his grip, one hand reaching up to circle Claire’s throat and tip her head so that his kisses now ran from collar bone to the sensitive spot under her ear. She couldn’t stop from gasping, the automatic reaction whenever her man decided playtime was over and he was going to take what he wanted. The surrender was instinctive, her trust in him absolute and every care and worry she had disappeared, replaced by desire.
“Who do you belong to Claire ?”
“You my love.”
He nodded, his fingers lightly caressing the pale skin of her neck.
“That’s right. Now and always.”
Her moan was his only answer and Zacky released her gently, guiding her body around so that he could stare into her eyes. Claire never looked anything less than stunning to him, the years had only increased his devotion to her and now he remembered the first time he had kissed her. They had been dancing all night at the ball of some client or other and she had captivated him, Zacky had loved women before but none like Claire and there had never been anyone to match to her.
She looked back, his eyes caught between blue and green in the dim sunlight of the afternoon. Zacky had changed more than she had, the ability not to be seen allowing him to experiment with his looks and she had come to love the electric thrill of cold metal from the snakebite piercings that framed his full lips. His hair too was longer, still black and adding even more to the impression that this was a fallen angel indeed, too beautiful to be mortal, too dark to remain in heaven.
“So stop worrying.”
He moved a strand of hair from her face, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss. Her hands went to his hair, weaving into his locks until they could not get any closer to each other. Zacky knew what Claire wanted and delighted in making her wait, kissing her cheeks and forehead before finally taking possession of her mouth in a long deep kiss that weakened her knees until he was almost holding her up. She was panting slightly and her gaze dropped as he stepped away from her and pushed the coat from her shoulders. Her blouse followed, his fingers easily unzipping the pencil skirt and helping her step out of it until she stood before him in nothing but her underwear, every curve and shadow appealing to him and increasing his need for her.
Claire stood still, his gaze slowly travelling from her eyes down was hungry and she knew better than to interrupt when he was devouring her with his eyes. She waited patiently, trying not to squirm as he removed his tie and shirt, loosening his belt but no more so that while she could tell that he was hard, she was denied the sight of him. It was frustrating but erotic, knowing that he would not deny her for too long is she behaved just how he wanted her to.
Zacky walked around her, the tease too good to give up. He trailed a hand down her back, seeing her shiver as it paused before teasing the edge of her panties. There was an audible sigh of disappointment that made him smile when he removed his fingers only to be replaced by her drawing in breath as he slipped the bra straps from her shoulders and drew them down until he could cup her full breasts in his hands.
It was now Zacky’s turn to take a breath, fighting to maintain composure as he kissed her shoulders again and this time he could feel skin on skin, her back pressed against his chest. Now Claire could feel his hardness against the soft silk of her panties and ached to free him even if it earned a punishment. She ground against him a little and earned his teeth nipping at her neck and his voice huskily in her ear.
“My rules remember ?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what ?”
“Yes sir.”
Claire closed her eyes, his caresses were difficult to resist and still he wouldn’t let her touch him or move as he discarded her bra. She was aware that he was finding it harder to maintain this pace, his breathing getting a little more laboured as he turned her again and dropped to his knees. Now she had to moan as he kissed her through the wet panties and hooked his fingers in them, drawing them down her thighs until she could step out of them and stand naked before him apart from the stockings and high heels. Zacky sat back to admire her, the delicate flush of her cheeks and trembling smile only adding to the ache in his groin.
He kissed her again, the sweet scent of her making his mind spin before pointing towards the bed. Claire obeyed, sitting on the edge as Zacky went to his jacket and found his cigarettes, lighting one as he stripped for her. The sight was her favourite, the perfect mix of masculine eroticism and bad boy good humour as he winked at her. She could have remained that way, staring at the muscles of his arms and chest which moved with every movement of his tattooed skin. He was not above enjoying her gaze, stroking himself until she unconsciously bit her lip. His smile then was genuine, full of love for her and Zacky wondered if she knew just how good she looked to him. A mix of girlish innocence and womanly desire that he could not and would not resist.
The cigarette dangled from his lips as Zacky moved back to her, one hand pulling on the red hair as Claire gave in and kissed his erection, moving her lips down from tip to balls along his shaft until Zacky growled. It felt almost too good, too much pressure building in his stomach and yet he couldn’t pull her head away as she closed her warm, wet mouth around him, the sweet suction working him easily as she groaned around him.
Claire glanced up, the sight of him above her with his head tipped slightly back was enough to dampen the sheets beneath her as he let himself give in. The struggle for dominance was never more even than at this moment, his command of her physical and yet his submission to her evident in the way she controlled the pace and timing until he was rocking his hips in desperation and making no effort to hold back from whispering her name.
The selfish side of his mind wanted to stay this way, to let himself come down her throat and relieve the pressure but Zacky had never been a selfish lover and as good as it was, as skilled as she was, he wanted more. With something approaching a pained sigh he pulled himself away from her and smiled, Claire instantly knowing that he needed more than just oral pleasure. She lay back against the pillows, loving how he paused again to look at her before joining her in the cool cotton sheets. He needed a pause, content to go back to stroking and kissing her body until his self control was restored and hers was nearly broken. Just feeling his tongue against her stiffened nipples made her hips arch, his thumb gently circling her clit was almost too much. Zacky pressed it to her lips, Claire enjoying the taste of herself before he kissed her to claim it back and stifle her cry as he finally let himself spread her willing thighs and take her fully.
“Look at me Claire.”
His hoarse whisper caused her eyes to blink open and she wondered if he realised the effect it had on her to see him like this, tiny beads of sweat on his brow as he pushed her damp hair from her face and pushed deeper inside her. Neither could really breathe fully, it was too intense a feeling as her leg hooked over his hip and her nipples tenderly scraped against his. The pace had no need to be fast, languid was too good to want to rush it any further. Maintaining the eye contact just made the sensation deeper until she was almost screaming and his head dropped onto her shoulder as the animal in him took over. Claire moaned louder as he pinned her wrists above her head and reared above her, both her legs wrapped around his hips as he drove them both towards a climax that could well break both them and the bed itself. His smile was now almost savage, his kisses hard and probing until she could no longer hold it back and she begged him for release. Zacky couldn’t hold it back, nearly lifting her from the pillow as her orgasm gripped him too hard for the need to be denied. He came hard, a strangled noise that might have been her name ripped from him as he spilled himself into her.
There was silence after, nothing but their breathing to mar the radiating heat that tingled from toes to fingers as both tried to recover the ability to talk. Zacky found he was almost clinging to Claire, afraid to let her go and loose the feeling of her heart beating against his ear and her fingers tenderly stroking his hair. She had no intention of letting him go now, he looked younger than ever when he was holding her so carefully and the remaining flush of her climax could still be felt in her back and neck.
“If that’s your way of relaxing me every time we have a rough sea crossing I will sail more often.”
Zacky chuckled, sleepily looking up at her from his position against her breasts.
“I thought it was my way of making you forget that our erstwhile best friends have probably committed three massacres by now.”
“Who ?”

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