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Tarnished Wings
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“Who are you?” I whispered.
Hands wound underneath my arms. Hands cupped my breasts. A jolt of intense heat caressed my spine as his body pressed against mine. I should have tried to get away. I should have screamed. I should have. It means the same as what if. A statement and a question overused in the human language. The phrase marched through my mind. Tristan and Daniel were outside trying to rescue me. But I didn’t need to be rescued. I turned in my captor’s embrace. My eyes locked to his and I was amazed at his beauty. I never thought the Devil would be so magnificent.
Hair as golden as flame, dancing with orange and red highlights. Eyes which captured my soul and voice. Gray as shadows and flecked with darkness buried under long dark lashes held me in thrall. A face as perfect as a cherub. More perfect than a molded bust. The first face ever created by the Almighty. The first angel to lift its wing and see the beauty of the universe. Sharp, black nails caressed my cheeks leaving cat scratches along my flesh. The tiny pink lines etched in his lips were so evenly spaced I wanted to know what they felt like pressed against mine. He was dressed all in black with no shoes. His flesh was as supple as a newborn’s. Those eyes searched mine as his power tickled my mind. He could easily invade it, but he didn’t. Instead, his lips met mine slowly, but ever so slightly as his teeth caught my bottom lip and tugged on it.
My eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. A moan escaped my lips as he ran his teeth along the ridge of my lip, tasting me, allowing me to taste him. He was in control. There was no denying that. I knew it and so did he. And yet he did not push the power. I thought our first encounter would have been laced with much more violence since the edict he had on my head.
Finally, he let go of my ensnared lip and pressed my forehead to his. His breath was laced with brimstone and smoke as he exhaled. I held my breath as the smoke passed over my lips.
“You know who I am, Cassie.” His tongue licked my top lip. I felt it had become thinner, pointer. “Tell me who I am.”
“The Devil.”
He chuckled which quaked my body as the heat inside my soul burned between my legs.
“What is my other name?” His fingers racked over stomach. I bit my lip as an orgasm wracked my body. God, he could do this with just one touch. What else could he do?
“He has no part of this.” He read my mind. “Answer me.”
I opened my eyes as I caught my breath. “Lucifer.”
His smile blinded me. My nipples hardened instantly and I wanted him so deep inside of me I wanted to lose myself in him.
“I know you want me, Cassie. But there’s only one way you can.”
“How?”
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, “and let yourself fall.”
