Dark Awakening by Charlotte Featherstone

brace her hands on the shower tiles. Arching her back, she pressed the side of her face to the tiles, offering herself to him, and he slid inside her, loving her slowly.
    He kissed his way up her spine, stopping at the base of her shoulder. She was close, he felt her body tightening, clenching around his cock. He wanted to pour himself into her, to fill her up so that she was full of him. But he wanted to do that as he marked her.
    Pressing his lips against her shoulder, he chanted, the language of angels, willing his mark to form on her flesh, even as he pulled out, and then pushed deeply into her.
    "Gadriel,” she cried, grasping her belly.
    He had grown so huge that he was certain she truly could feel him driving deep into her womb. And God, that made him feel powerful. Virile. So he pulled out again, and thrust forward, driving her against the tiles.
    "Can you feel me all the way up inside you?” he panted against her ear as the water sprayed down on them. “Could you take me deeper, because I could give your more, Nadira. I could give you all of me. Could your body take that, could it suck in all of my cock, do you think?"
    She nodded, her lips parted, and he thrust inside her, rocking against her. Gripping her thigh, he brought it up, widening her hips, allowing for deeper penetration. She moaned when he drove into her, and he nipped at her shoulder, watching her lips part on a silent scream of pleasure.
    "I want to fuck you, to just take you hard against this wall,” he whispered. “I want to make love to you. To carefully slide inside you and show you how I feel. I want to crawl up inside you and never leave. Take me in, Nadira. Take me inside your body and don't let go."
    And she did. Her scream of pleasure when it came shattered him. Her orgasm was the most intense out of any of the ones she had last night, making his own climax last forever.
    "You're mine,” he whispered, thrusting into her as he watched his mark come to life on her shoulder. “Mine."

Epilogue
    Sweat poured off her face, trickling down her neck, only to escape down the blue hospital gown she wore. The machine that wrapped around her belly emitted a sound resembling thudding horse hooves. Too slow, Gadriel thought as he gripped Nadira's hand in his big palm. The babe's heartbeat was much too slow.
    "I can't,” Nadira gasped, falling back against the pillows.
    "The babe's too big,” the doctor muttered. “And you've made little progress with the pushing.” His bushy brows puckered as he looked over at the machine that was tracing the baby's heartbeat. “The baby isn't tolerating labour. We're going to have to do an emergency caesarean section."
    "I don't care,” Nadira grumbled, obviously exhausted. The physician looked at him expectantly and Gadriel felt his heart freeze. The hospital team mobilised so quickly that Gadriel felt as though the room was spinning around him. Flashes of blue and green whirled before him while the sound of a slowing heartbeat thundered in his ears.
    "Gadriel,” Nadira whispered, reaching for him. God, she was so pale, so weak. “Don't leave me."
    "I'm here, Nadira,” he said, pressing his mouth to her trembling hand. “I'll always be with you."
    "Our baby—"
    "We gotta go now, dad,” a nurse said to him as she took Nadira's hand from his. “You can follow us down the hall to the OR."
    Helplessly he stood, watching as the staff ran down the long hall pushing the stretcher that carried Nadira and his child. Impotent with fear, he paced, trying to gather his control—trying to find the faith he had left behind when he'd been thrown out of Heaven.
    Please , he whispered hoarsely, looking out the window at the black night and the new layer of snow that blanketed the earth. I will do anything if you spare them. Please...
    The full moon, with its silver glow illuminated the heavens. The clouds suddenly parted, revealing millions of angels circling above the earth, their wings spread wide. Then one lone angel