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from feeling pain.
          With each thrust he beat his wings, drawing them higher into the starlit sky.
          He was out of control. He knew it and tried to rein himself in.
          “Rahmiel, I’m frightened.” Kari’s eyes were full of tears, and her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in from fear rather than passion.
          “Ahh, Kari. I do not mean to frighten you. Or hurt you.” He slid her up his body, off his throbbing cock. “I am shamed at my lack of control.” He kissed away the tear on her cheeks. His wings found an air current and he followed it, trying to bring some calmness to them both. He kissed her and tried to infuse the kiss with his regret, and also with warmth, since the air was getting cooler.
          “You are trembling,” she whispered, her eyes searching his face.
          He smiled a little. “It was hard to stop.” One hand stroked her hair away from her face. “But I do not want to be an animal. I want it to be pleasurable for you.”
          “I like the kisses,” she said, and pressed her soft lips around his mouth in tiny kisses. With a groan, he pulled her face closer, his tongue thrusting in.
          He pulled her legs, one at a time, around him, holding her tight to his chest with his other arm so she would feel safe. The head of his organ found her small nub. He circled it with firm pressure hoping she would find the motion pleasurable, hoping they could continue their coupling. Hoping he wouldn’t find his release before he was back inside her.
          She gasped and her hips moved with him, pressing her sensitive flesh against him.
          Her pink lips opened as she strained against him, breathing hard, and then he felt her release, a long, undulating movement against the head of his cock.
          He couldn’t keep himself from sliding her back down onto his cock. He was practically shaking to get her there. She kissed his chest, his nipples and made little crooning sounds of comfort, which was ridiculous, since she was the one who needed comfort.
          Then he was thrusting in her tight passage, but he managed to make them shallow, gentle thrusts. Soon that was not enough and he forgot to be gentle. His wings instinctively beat, thrusting them higher to where the air became thin and cold.
          Her arms and legs suddenly tightened around him. “I’m not frightened now,“ she gasped.
          He took a deep ragged breath. “Come, sweet Kari. Let it happen again,” he cried in a hoarse voice. Then she was pulsing around him, and he was plunging inside her as his powerful wings thrashed and beat them higher into the night sky, until the ecstasy of release stunned him, and his wings folded tight to his body.
          Down they fell, plunging to the sea in a spiral, twisting, and he shouted the sacred words of the binding rune:
          “I invoke, tonight, at this fateful hour
          And call the firmament with its power
          And stars with their brightness
          And air with its lightness
          And sea with all the strength it hath
          And fire with its terrible wrath
          To witness this binding
          As Earthward we fall
          Bound for life
          In sight of all.”
          The heat of the power shot through him while he came within her, binding them together. Power, extending from him, rose up into her body, into her womb where it gathered into a ball of energy and then erupted into her body. In his mind he could see the intricate sparkling pattern of the power web thread through each cell in her body—spirals, loops, complicated patterns he would not remember after this moment—making her his Angeli mate. The power web inside her now matched his own.
          Finally, it was done. He stretched out his wings, caught a sea wind and floated them back to the beach. The girl in his arms was sound asleep. Poor little thing had an exhausting day. He would help her into a healing