Page 1 of Touched By Death

Chapter One

AURELIA

My knees take the brunt of the impact when I fall through the door and stumble to the ground. The first thing that greets me is the blinding sun and the fragranced air. I’m not even surprised to be back here in Eden. All the fucking doors lead here.

I slowly rise to my feet and brush off my knees, but then pause when strands of my hair fall forward. It’s blonde and straight.

I don’t have straight hair. Mine has a natural curl, or it used to.

While I finger the strands, there’s a clearing of a throat behind me, and I whirl around.

“Are you okay?”

My heart stumbles to a halt in my chest. Lucifer is walking toward me, stark naked, in all his glory. I choke on my saliva when my gaze falls to his cock. Even soft, it’s big.

Very big.

He comes to a stop in front of me and squeezes my arm. His palm is warm, and so are his blue eyes.

Breath caught in my throat, my gaze trails over his pale, shimmering skin, white wings, and blonde hair. “Lucifer?”

Stepping closer with concern written over his face, he palms my cheek. “You’re worrying me.”

“I’m fine,” I somehow manage to choke out while scanning the clearing. Everything is so… colorful and abundant, just how I remember it. The trees sway gently in the breeze, bees fly from flower to flower, and the sun heats my bare shoulders.

I’m naked.

I palm my breasts. They’re smaller. Beside my left nipple is a birthmark. It’s tiny, but I know it wasn’t there before.

“Genesis?” Lucifer’s voice shatters my thoughts.

Did he just call me Genesis? I look up at him, my hands still covering my breasts.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. After last night…”

“Last night?” I ask, then drag in a sharp breath when he guides me back, closer to the trees. My spine meets rough bark, and Lucifer cages me in. It’s unnerving to see him like this, in his true angel form. He’s just as beautiful and difficult to look at.

His eyes darken until they’re more black than blue. “Is this your way of silently begging for a repeat? I told you”—he strokes my hair away from my brow, his voice dropping in octaves until my thrashing heart is lulled by his nefarious intent—“we won’t get caught.”

“Get caught?” My voice trembles. I can’t think past the feeling of his fingers on my waist.

“I like it when you play innocent,” he drawls, dipping his fingers between my legs. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

I’m so surprised, I gasp. Fiery and corrupt pleasure bursts behind my eyelids and pools between my thighs.

Lucifer’s smile grows, and he presses down on my clit. “I knew you would be. Feel that, Genesis? Your greedy little cunt missed me.”

Genesis?

“What if someone spots us?”

What the fuck? Those aren’t my words.

With a dangerous smile, the kind of smile that obliterates my thoughts, he glides his touch lower, teasing my soaking entrance. “You think that will stop me from taking what’s mine?” Lucifer rams a thick finger inside me and grabs me by the throat. I cry out, but he nips at my bottom lip. “Such a greedy little whore. Does the thought of one of the elders seeing you like this—in the throes of pleasure—scare you?” He drags his lips over my jaw, closer to my ear. My pussy clamps down on his fingers when he whispers, “Or does it turn you on?”

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