Page 2 of Touched By Death

I’m falling apart at the hands of Daemon’s father in a body that’s not even mine.

But it sure as hell feels like my own when he chuckles darkly in my ear. Everything about him is an enigma. Even with the white wings and the translucent skin, he is darkness personified. It radiates off him when he smiles against the skin of my neck.

He works a second finger inside me, making me press up on my tiptoes. It hurts in the best way possible.

“Your lips felt so good on my dick last night,” he says in a tone that has my cunt gushing. “I want to fuck your tight hole.” Two fingers turn into three. The delicious burn is bordering on too much.

“Would you like that, Genesis? For me to finally take your virginity?”

I nod before I can stop myself.

What the hell am I doing? I can’t fuck Lucifer. It would be wrong on so many levels. But the words that would make all this stop drift away from my lips, like autumn leaves on the breeze, when he drops to his knees.

With his fingers still buried deep inside me, he nips at the inside of my thigh with his teeth. “Do you understand now why we need to leave Eden, baby? The elders will never change their minds. How can something this good be wrong?” He looks up at me, a flash of white teeth behind that deadly smile of his. “Do you think I’ll be able to survive an existence without feeling your greedy cunt squeezing my fingers?”

His words are far away, dancing on the wind outside the perimeters of my perception. My pussy pulsates around his thrusting fingers. I can’t hear him. I don’t want to hear him.

I want to come.

“Out there, behind the gates, lies freedom. We’ll never have to hide again.”

My knees buckle, and the moan that slips from my lips is foreign to my ears. The voice is not my own.

“Such a fucking good girl,” Lucifer taunts, gazing up at me from beneath his dark lashes. His thumb flicks over my clit again and again. “Tell me you’ll come with me, Genesis.”

Pulling on his silky hair, unable to inhale a full breath, I gasp. “I need your mouth on me.”

“Do you, now?” His smile widens. “And what will you give me in return?”

“Anything,” I choke out, the insides of my thighs soaked with my own arousal. “Please…”

“Come with me.” His lips hover inches away from my puffy pussy, his warm breath fanning my slit. But he makes no move to taste me. Not until I agree to leave Eden with him.

“You’re not playing fair.”

I feel like I’m witnessing this all play out, as though the words aren’t my own.

He licks me in one long stroke, a deep rumble vibrating his chest. “I play to win.”

I’m so fucking close.

But then, just as I’m about to agree to Lucifer’s crazy demand, the putrid stench of death, rotten flesh, and maggots invades my nostrils. I’m torn from the scene like something out of a movie, my soul jerked from my body.

I find myself in a bedroom, not unlike my own here in Eden, surrounded by the masculine smell of Amenadiel.

I know it’s him even before his chest presses up against my back. He sweeps my hair from my shoulder while I stare at the straw mattress on the floor. The curtains at the windows are drawn, and a lone candle sits by the bed. It flickers wildly, dancing in the muted light.

“You came,” he whispers, his fingers splayed over my bare stomach.

“I shouldn’t have,” I admit, lost in Genesis’s thoughts and sensing the trepidation that’s slowly fading with every kiss to the curve of my neck. Amenadiel pauses, then resumes nipping me with his teeth.

“If Lucifer finds out—”

“He won’t.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“My brother is a lot of things, but he’s not perceptive.” His hands trail higher and cup my aching breasts, tweaking and pulling at my nipples. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”

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