My consciousness dragged me back to reality, and I felt a warm sensation spread over me, basking me in its embrace. My eyes opened slowly, not wanting to lose the feeling of overwhelming peace I felt. Shamshiel was smiling softly at me, his eyes reverent. Words did not need to be said, this bond was born of angel blood that was certain; yet Cain also played a part. This child connecting the three of us irreversibly. His hand cupped my face, his thumb making small circular motions as he drew me in for a kiss. Our mouths met in a sweet kiss, his tongue requesting entry against my lips, and I parted them easily. His hand slowly slid down to my neck, easily wrapping in the hair at my nape and pulling me closer. I melted against him, our bodies melding together seamlessly in our embrace as his wings folded around me softly. I felt small and fragile as he held me close to his body, the heat emanating off him warming me.
