“You have undone me, levsheh.” The archangel’s deep voice vibrated against my forehead, which was still pressed against his clenching throat. “And you, me.” I languorously stroked the sinewy muscles of his shoulder, my fingertips dipping and curving. He was still inside of me, still twitching as though he wasn’t done pouring himself out. “Thank you.” His arms laced around my back and gathered me against him. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For accepting me with all my flaws.”
