Chapter 9 of The Rider Who Fell from Heaven

From here on this story is for adults only. And this is your trigger warning too. Things are about to heat up and get gritty.

This is the second draft of the 8th chapter of “The Rider Who Fell from Heaven.” It will likely be different from the final version based on additional edits and YOUR INPUT!

Sera rose from the couch with Eliza in his arms, cradling her as he returned her kisses. Her breath was hot and wet. Her lips–eager and voracious.

He walked her over to the bed and sat her down gently. Watching her, he fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, got anxious, and yanked it over his head instead. Eliza was huffing while struggling with her corset. He started working on his button fly as she pulled the corset over her head.

She stood up and ran her hands over his chest, then his stomach, and grabbed him around his waist. As he dropped his pants she languished over his bare pectorals with dreamy kisses.

He pushed her back, put both hands on the top of her chemise and ripped it from top to bottom in one motion. Her pale ample tits spilled out. Eliza looked at his handiwork, then back to his eyes and smiled. Sera pushed her to the bed and whisked the pantalets off her in one smooth motion. She was naked and waiting for him, legs akimbo. Her pussy beckoned him.

This was about connection. It was about comfort. And about getting lost in something beautiful, when pain and dire memories tormented them both. They needed this. But he also knew that he had to be delicate with her, because she was a mortal woman... and he was an angel, banished from Heaven.

Time, so much time, had taught him how to please a woman. But he was also stronger than her, and he was eternal. He must be cautious. Which was always more complicated when he was aroused. He dropped his drawers to show her just what she had already done to him. He was fully erect.

Gliding onto the cool bed, he put her chin in his hands and picked up where they left off by devouring her lips. Lost in the plume of whatever smell had been seducing him all day. She melted into him as he guided her down to the thick blanket and reached between her legs. He stretched his fingers over her curly muff and just let his presence down there speak for itself for a moment.

She took a slow breath and let out a moan as he began to play with her clitoris. Eliza disappeared in a tangle of her red mane. He kept up the motion of his fingers and sucked in one of her creamy nipples with his mouth. She had found his turgid cock with one of her own hands and worked his shaft.

He dipped a finger inside her. She was drenched and ready for him. He pulled out his finger and tasted her. She was sweet like candy.

Sera lifted his torso, grabbed one of her milky thighs and adjusted her hips before plunging into her. She gasped as she submitted to his size. She felt so good as she gripped him from the inside. He concentrated on establishing a pace and watched for her reaction. She would tell him how he was doing without saying a word.

He had to be careful… but not too careful. Balancing his innate strength with his concern for her, while fighting his own growing desires. It was like running a team of horses at full speed near a cliff. He could never let go and lose control. Humans were frail. But this one was special.

Eliza responded to the pace he chose and faded away. He stopped, pulled out, rubbed his thick slick cock along her slit and teased her for a moment. She growled at him. So he lunged into her up to the base. She yelled out loud… enough for the cattle outside to hear.

He put his weight on her. She was small and fragile and silky beneath him. She dug her nails into his back, scratching him, trying to find purchase, squirming away from him in rapture. Sera pulled her arms away from him and pinned her at the wrists as he did his business. Her eyes grew feral as he held her. He would not allow her unbridled passion to disconnect them now. He was in charge.

Eliza had disappeared into a mop of red hair and a shroud of uncontrollable wails. He was part of her now, he could feel her breath, hear her heart drumming, and smell her sex. They had become a fucking machine—a single entity.

He could feel her getting close to orgasm so he stayed on pace and kept pumping. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gasped for air. The tremors of satisfaction stimulated her shaking legs and jerking hips. Sera pulled back the reins and let her savor the orgasm. Rode the waves as they played through her. He leaned back and admired her as she caught her breath and gazed at him through hazy eyes.

Despite the harsh frontier world, despite the adversity and trauma, she was feminine and stunning. It was hard to not get lost in her. She was everything beautiful in this world.

But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, still almost painfully erect.

Eliza smiled at him like a cat with a mouse, pushed him backwards, took his manhood in both her hands and escorted him to her lips. She put the head of his cock in her dewy mouth and swirled her tongue slowly around the circumference, while working his shaft with her hands. She sighed, as if she had just tasted a meal from a world-renowned chef and was savoring the experience.

He was used to doing his thing and moving on, but this felt different. So different. He wanted more, and his partner was generous enough to offer it. She was skilled enough to do it. Few women took the initiative like Eliza. He found himself in the unusual position of receiving pleasure and it was such an unexpected and welcome experience. His fingers combed through her red ropes of hair as she worked on him. Their dance commenced without a word, letting their desires speak instead.

Eliza took his shaft in her mouth, steadily and skillfully, wetting it and testing the length. She backed off and took it further. Then again. Each time a little deeper and a little faster. His dick covered in a thick layer of her saliva.

It was Sera’s turn to get lost and to close his eyes to relish her gift. Her warm lips were weaving a spell on him. He could feel the torment of endless travel, constantly being alert, and eternally being alone fade from his mind. The grinding gears of survival and loss finally came to a halt. The respite was divine. It felt almost as good as Eliza’s lips.

This lovely teacher was surprisingly adept at reading his reactions and adjusting her pace and pressure accordingly. She weaved an enchantment on his cock and he found a deep layer of pleasure and relaxation. And—he let go. Fully. His ancient shield, dented, scored, and hurt a million times, gave way to a tenderness that he hadn’t felt in forever.

He let out a low guttural moan, filled with years of pent-up anger, sorrow and isolation. Sera was so close to surrendering to her mouth.

“I’m close…” he said.

She acknowledged him with a playful purr and stayed on course. Eliza was guiding their ship through the storm and she would not be denied until landfall.

Sera’s head drifted back and let himself go, “Ohhhh… yes!”

He shot a hot load into her mouth, Eliza slowed but kept going until all his shaking and spasms subsided. Then licked his dick clean, from the bottom to top, working with her hands, until Sera reached down, grabbed her face and brought her to his mouth.

Still holding her, he kissed her like a prayer. Pulling her warm wet body next to his and guiding them both back to the bed, to collapse into the plush cool linens. Sera settled on his back and Eliza snaked her legs around his, locking him to her for the night.

Her head found his chest and she traced her fingers over his naked body, while he ran his hands through her hair. They lay together without speaking a word, treasuring what they had found, fighting sleep, so they could enjoy each other for a moment longer, restless about what tomorrow would bring.

This chapter is largely intact from the first draft. This is nearly the middle of the book and I’ve been building to this since the first chapter. I knew just what I wanted to do here, and hopefully, you’ll agree that I nailed it.

I gave you a spicy scene, and I hinted at it, but I finally told you who Sera really is, which means that this scene does a lot of heavy lifting, for both characters, their relationship, and finally tipping my hat on Sera.

The title of the book and copious hints throughout the book could have led you to the truth much earlier, but now is the time the story requires me to reveal the secret.

I considered giving it out in the first chapter, but this was my original plan and I ended up sticking with it. Did you figure it out beforehand? Was it cool that I waited until now to tell you for sure?

People who skip chapters like this are going to miss the big reveal! I’ve been writing stuff like this long enough that I always have spicy scenes mean more than just what’s on the surface.

From here on, this book will put the “dark” in dark romance.

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This is the second draft of the book and will not be the final printed version.

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