Page 24 of Touched By Death

Chapter Eight

AMENADIEL

The sensation of bare thighs straddling my waist and the brush of fingers on my forehead stirs me from my sleep. My dick hardens when a feminine voice whispers in my ear as strands of long hair tickle my cheeks. “Wake up, baby.”

Realization reaches me through the murky waters of slumber, and my eyes fly open to find Aurelia’s face close to mine, her brown hair tucked behind her ear. I stiffen and grip her hips.

“Did you miss me?” she asks, grinding down on my hardening dick as my fingers tangle in the silky fabric of her skirt that’s bunched around her waist. My gaze flicks down to between our bodies, and I draw in a sharp breath at the sight of her bare pussy. The girl has foregone panties, and she’s grinding on my dick in the middle of the night. Stretching my neck, I peer at the bedside clock. It’s just past three in the morning.

“What are you doing, Aurelia?” I ask.

“I didn’t know you slept naked.” Her predatory smile reveals sharp incisors. “I like it.”

I try to move her off me, but she surprises me with her strength when she grips my wrists and digs her sharp nails into my skin. She tuts disapprovingly, sliding her sweet cunt along my cock. “I’ve waited centuries to have you to myself again. Have you not missed me?”

Blinking up at her, at her wings as they slowly unfold behind her, I swallow past the thick lump in my throat. “Genesis?”

A peal of seductive laughter dances over her mouth, and she straightens up and lets her head fall back between her shoulders. The action has her breasts straining against the low-cut dress. My eyes drink her up, trailing up her slim waist gripped between my hands, the swell of her tits, and her slender neck.

Fear, unlike anything I’ve felt before, coils around my heart and slithers through my veins. This is not the Genesis I knew back in Eden. This grinding version in front of me is something much darker and deadlier.

A chill winds its way down my spine as her eyes find mine. “Yes, baby, it’s me.”

I’m bewitched by the monstrous perfection before me. My hips rise off the mattress, seeking her wet heat.

Her teeth sink into the swell of her bottom lip before she says, “Did you expect Aurelia?” Her taunting laugh slithers along every inch of my skin like the reaper’s seductive touch. “Aurelia is unavailable at the moment.”

When she leans down to kiss me, I pull away at the last minute, the heat of her breath caressing my stubbly cheek.

“Why did you attempt to lure me out of the shadows if you don’t want me, Amenadiel?”

I stay silent, my cock twitching against her folds.

“All the times you tried to coax Aurelia’s darkness to the surface.” Her lips descend, dragging across my skin until they move against the corner of my mouth. “I laughed at you and your pathetic attempts.”

When she rises up, her hand comes to my throat and grips me tight. She sinks down on my cock, lip trapped between her teeth. Her pussy grips me fiercely, and I release a choked sound as my fingers bruise her hips. “Fuck…”

“Is this what you fantasize about at night? Me riding you again, Amenadiel, like the good old times?”

Pleasure bursts behind my eyelids. She begins to move, watching me closely with those cold, dead eyes. “Or is it her you want? The innocent little angel they all drool over? You like her too, don’t you?”

Her pussy pulses around my dick. She grinds down, taking me so fucking deep that I choke on my own drool. “This is not a dream, Amenadiel. There are no tears in the veil. This is her body in the flesh.”

My hand leaves her hip, and I drag my fingers up her body and over her ribs to palm a soft breast. I grit my teeth.

“Do you like how she feels?”

Flipping us over, I clamp my hand over her plump lips to stop her from talking. If it weren’t for the shadows that shroud the bed, or the blackness in her eyes, she could pass as her.

“Why have you returned, Genesis?” I sneer into her ear while slowly sinking into her tight cunt. “Why are you here?”

As my hand slides from her mouth to wrap around her neck, she opens her legs further. “You always liked them innocent.”

Gripping the headboard with my other hand, the bed frame creaks loudly as I chase my release. Right or wrong, I could die fucking this girl. It’s true that I started out hunting Genesis as soon as I suspected that she was hiding inside Aurelia’s shadows. But as time passed, my intrigue with the innocent angel grew until my hunger for her was as insatiable as my blood lust. Genesis knows my weakness.

Clawing her nails down my back, eliciting shivers, she lifts her head off the pillow to bite down on my bottom lip, breaking the skin. Blood floods my mouth, and she drags her tongue over my lips, down the curve of my chin, and along my jaw, before nipping at my earlobe. “If you use a single flame to light a room of candles, are they all the same flame?”

Pulling out to the crown, I slam back inside. “You’re not her.”