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The flicker of heat and flames warmed my skin. I winced lethargically and pushed myself up from the hard, rocky ground. In front of me was a small fire pit, not that weather or temperature change affected me. I looked past the flames and into the intense forest green eyes of Gabe. We stared at one another for the longest time. I’d never cared much for other’s thoughts or opinions but so much intensity coursed through his eyes and pinned me. It didn’t unsettle me but I wanted to know what he was thinking, why such a storm was raging in those eyes and the outside of the hollowed tree we were staying in. Rain pelted down and wafted in a fresh smell from the forest.
There was a part of me I realized with great confusion that wanted to touch him. To see if he was real and moving. His face was stone cold and restrained. It led nothing on. Just raw power of light emanated from him, even if he didn’t realize it, my own darkness cocooned me uncomfortable by its sensitivity to it. No words emitted as I tried to rally my own memory of events.
“I was certain I was going to die,” I said and finally broke our eye contact to look down at my left arm that was intact. My gaze hit the soft pink markings of a new tattoo that marred where my arm had been reattached. I moved it back and forth with full motion. The pink tattoo, but... I looked back up at Gabe and knew that he had done something. The marking felt light, angelic and good. It was uncomfortable on my skin, like the remains of a burn mark to my usual acquainted and familiarity of darkness. “What did you do to me?”
He still stared at me and didn’t move. His knuckles were white and I realized that for whatever reason it was, he was holding himself back from me. I didn’t understand the compulsion to reach out for him either. The darkness that guided me told me to stay on the other side of the fire. But the reality of the situation was, the one man who knew what had happened to me while I was out cold and near dead wouldn’t speak to me. Irritation began to boil. I stood up and headed for the opening. His gaze followed me.
I could smell and feel the rain but as soon as my foot reached the entrance I was blocked in by the light that surrounded the tree. A protective barrier of sorts. It felt and smelled like Gabe. It wasn’t as powerful as Haymen who emitted the same raw power of darkness but I did attempt to press whatever I had against it. Nothing, not even a budge. I blew out a sigh of frustration.
“So now you’re going to trap me in here?” Again, he didn’t speak but he took a harsh swallow. The singular motion had me fixating on his neck and the subtle change turned my rage into lust. His arms were defined nicely through his shirt, one that I very much wanted to take off. The room suddenly felt a lot hotter than I wanted it to be and I licked my lips to distract me. But I couldn’t look away and his gaze didn’t leave mine.
There was a pull that didn’t make sense. It was beyond my usual desire of lust and sex. I needed him in me. I needed to... claim him. That key word, claim. Still with the feeling of the light burning the tattoo on my arm, I walked over to him. The tattoo felt like him, was a part of him, and I couldn’t describe in words what I felt against my usual lack of emotion. His knuckles seemed whiter as he clamped his fist in his hand. I knelt in front of him, my eyes tracing over his every muscle and line as if it were the first time I had seen him. No resentment, hatred, or games like we had before. This was a marring I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t love but this felt like the intensity closest to how I imagined it to be.
“What did you do to me?” I asked coolly. Every part of me wanted to pull him in. I thought he was a fine specimen prior and could admit I wanted to have my way with him but something had changed. I have changed and from his firm grip and cock which I noticed had hardened against his jeans as he sat cross legged, something has changed for him too. Before I could lean closer into him and touch him, he pressed his hand towards me to stop. He swallowed hard before he spoke. As if talking to me might be the unleashing of what he tried to hold back. I wasn’t sure of how much restraint could be put on me as he pressed his light against me, which demanded my inner darkness to repress.
“You were going to die. You bled out and lost your arm. There was a ritual I performed to keep you alive. Don’t look into it. It was in exchange for you aiding me and protecting me when that witch had cast her spell.”
I didn’t care much for the cheesy stuff. “What ritual?” I asked. His forest green eyes flashed with a harsh color as the thunder around us responded and somewhere close, a bolt hit and shook the ground. It vibrated through me only turning me on more from the display and release of his power. I swallowed as I looked down at his size that pressed harshly against his jeans. He noticed and tightened his jaw. He wouldn’t so much as move. His positioning seemed to be his only power of restraint. “What have you done?” I asked. For us to have both changed so much it must have been some serious ritual. From this small tattoo I felt connected to him somehow and the brightness of that irritated me. What had he done to me?
“It’s called Angel Kiss. It enables me to transmit some of my life force into yours and to heal a fatal wound. There are side effects, however.” He took a gulp. “I ask of you Vivian, please stay close to me over the next few days. If you don’t it will turn me into a madman.”
“What are the side effects?” I asked and surprisingly my voice was quiet. I pressed my hand to my throat surprised by the soft tone that came out. Now what was that? A feminine response to his masculine and clipped one. His eyes followed the movement of my hand.
His jaw clenched tighter as his rough voice responded. “Don’t you already feel it?” My eyes flickered to his gaze and the raw lust that was there snapped me. I pushed away any rational thought and let my body act, as I had always done, even if it were under some weird ass angel spell right now. I pushed through the light he emanated against me to keep me at bay and paused in front of his face to search his eyes. His breath hitched as did mine. I sat in front of him on my knees. I felt weak and powerful all at once. Human and demon all the same. I felt... woman in front of him, a sensation and complexity I haven’t wanted or known for a very long time.
I had only a second of hesitation. What if this feeling was irreversible? I wasn’t one to doubt my actions but I genuinely feared if this was how I would feel all the time. Because looking into those stormy green eyes that looked like a vicious storm on the sea, I would not be able to restrain. I hitched another breath, not having realized I haven’t breathed since the moment I moved on him. The flames flickered on my back. There was no going back but I couldn’t move.
“Vi,” his voice came out as a husky growl. “These are side effects that require our restraint.” The restraint in his tone was choking him. Vi, that was the first time he had called me that. I took my first breath in what felt like a lifetime and the coolness of my own mingled with the warmth of his. Already I could feel him inside of me, filling me from my insides and lungs. I wanted that in more ways than one.
He took another gulp as I poised slightly over him. His eyes didn’t move from mine but if possible, his body went more rigid. “Please have restraint,” he said clipped.
“I can’t do restraint. But I can do you,” I breathed into his ear. His hand grabbed the back of my hair, the first movement he had done since I awoke. I felt his light pulsing around me, which made me only thrum annoyingly with desire between my legs. He arched my head back, trying to push me away. He fixated on my exposed neck and I lowered myself back to the ground in front of him.
“Sometimes we don’t need to think about right or wrong. There is the instinctual habit of an indescribable need that requires to be filled,” I said closing my eyes and sinking into the niggling feeling of his light against my darkness as if it alone were rubbing against me and stimulating me. I let a small moan escape my lips anticipating how Gabe could make me feel and it was nothing short of savage. A low grunt escaped him reacting to my own imagination and noise. I flashed my eyes open and looked at him. Hungry. Predator. And no angel. That restraint snapped.
He pressed his lips against mine, claiming me. He continued to tug my hair back as if controlling the motion as I kissed him back. He pressed his other hand to my back, pressing me into him, almost crushing me as he did so. I molded into him perfectly raking my nails down his chest and stomach.
His wings curled around us as if every part of him had to be swept up and touching me. I lowered my hand to his hard shaft that pressed painfully against his jeans. I went to undo them but he spun me in seconds and pressed my back against the bark of the tree. His hand slid under my shirt scrunching still in attempt to restrain himself. His larger frame pinned me as his other hand slid up my inner thigh leaving me to tremble in anticipation.
I twisted my neck so I could kiss him behind me. I bit down on his lower lip, growling at the hotness that devoured my body. I was already on my way to climaxing from our darkness and light that opposed one another. And he hasn’t even touched me. He shuddered, his every action a response to my own. He pulled back staring into my eyes once again.
“This is the ritual. The claiming part of it. We don’t want this,” he said heavily breathing. He was trying to convince himself out loud. I slid my hand over his bulge and he buckled into me. As he did, his light pressed harsher against me. There was no malice tainting it. Only lust and passion. Every hair on my body rose as it continued rubbing against me. I did the same to him as a natural response.
“I don’t care what it is. I want it,” I breathed out pressing into him. I rubbed my ass against his cock and he rubbed against me his cock rubbing against both of our jeans. He inhaled my breath as I continued to motion into him, in desperation to come undone. My tattoos began to glow bright blue and that was the wash over of water for Gabe. I haven’t turned into any of my demons but I was losing control. He stepped back shaking his head. And suddenly that seductive and hungry light that wanted to devour me pushed up again in resistance.
“No.” Is all he said before pressing one final kiss to my lips which put me in a drowsy state. He walked out. His light which held as a barrier still kept me in but I could sense him not far from the tree gathering his breath. Rage fluxed through me as I considered the rejection as well as my drifting body that fought the sleep he had placed on me. He had done this to me before, unsuspecting of the kiss that would put me to sleep. My body was still hot for him, needing him to fill me which only pissed me off more! What has he done to me?! I resisted the urge but fell to the side as I fell into an uncomfortable slumber.
