Celestial Beginnings (Nephilim Series) by Rebekah Damiels

and down to his throat.
    She meticulously moved her hands all over his upper body. When her hands left any area, her mouth followed.
    Malachi had never felt so worshiped in his life. No one had ever taken this much time doing anything for him. He was always the one to look after everyone else, and it felt nice to be on the receiving end.
    Trying hard not to move too much, afraid that she might stop, he lifted up his hand to caress her face that was kissing down the muscles of his abdomen.
    She looked up at him and without stopping what she was doing, took his hand and gently pinned it beside him to the bed. She was still holding his hand, but the message was clear, no touching.
    When she got to just below his belly button, she stopped and sat up. She then turned her attention to his legs, running her hands over his thighs and squeezing slightly. When her thumb touched the inside of his knee, she stilled and he knew what she felt. Taking her finger, she traced one of his more noticeable scars down the length of his leg. “What’s this from?”
    Something about her, about tonight, made him not want to lie, but at the same time, he wasn’t ready for this blissful bubble to pop. For sure that the dream would change into a nightmare if he told everything, he stayed as close to the truth as he could. “When I was younger, I got into a few arguments with people that were above my skill at the time.”
    That was true enough. Nephilims did not come into their powers until adulthood, which includes the power to heal. He was a cocky teenager that thought he could take on the world by himself. It was lucky he was still alive. He hated his scars; they made him feel weak by reminding him of the times he almost didn’t make it. It was a wonder why he had them here, since it was his fantasy.
    “Is that what happened here too?” She asks as she sat up and ran her hand over the side of his torso.
    He did not want to talk about that one! What would he say? “Yeah, I tried to entrap my great grandfather too soon and now I have a permanent reminder.” Not likely. It had been a stupid mistake that almost cost him his life, but it did make him realize he needed to slow down a little so he would live until adulthood.
    “Something like that.” He managed as an answer.
    She climbed over to kneel between his legs. “You need to be more careful.” Running both hands up his chest, she purred, “this is too beautiful to mar.” Finishing off her words she lightly nibbled his hip bone. The sensation was so sudden that his hips jerked off the bed.
    When she sat straight up again, she clasped the elastic to his underwear, and maneuvered them down to release his ever growing erection.
    Her eyes immediately flew to his. This was a normal reaction. Nephilims are bigger than the average human; it’s only natural that everything would be bigger. The smugness he felt soon evaporated when he saw her face. This was where women usually looked excited, not…nervous? “What?”
    “That’s somewhat terrifying.” She shrugged and went back to what she was doing. “Thank goodness this is just a dream.”
    Relaxing back, he set his mind back to enjoying the feel of her touch, which was now moving to where he needed it the most.
    She ran the tip of her finger up the length of him, making him jerk in surprise.
    “Hold still.” Her whispered voice was just as commanding as her touch when she grasped her hand around him and squeezed.
    The only sound in the room was the sound of him sucking air into his mouth through clenched teeth.
    Just like everything else on him, her mouth shortly followed her hand. She ran her tongue up the underside of his cock while clasping his balls in one of her hands.
    He couldn’t stop thinking how beautiful she was as he watched her.
    His hands tangled in her hair so he could move it out of his view of her. She didn’t seem to mind him touching her now because she didn’t slow down what she was doing. When she finally