Page 100 of Angel Of Darkness

I wasn’t worth it. The words just wouldn’t come out of her mouth. She wanted to say them, but couldn’t. She’d told him about her crimes. Her dark needs. He should realize the truth for himself.

Maybe he did. Her shoulders slumped and her chin dipped. Maybe.

“For over two thousand years, I never felt anything.”

That had her head whipping up.

His eyes stared right at her, but Keenan didn’t actually seem to see her. “I saw babies born, parents die, wars, weddings, happiness, life. But I never felt a thing.”

His words were so cold that she shivered.

“I only knew touch...” He lifted his hand and stared at his palm. “When I killed. And then, there was no warmth in the bodies. I took the warmth away before I even touched them.”

His hand fisted.

Silence.

What could she say? “Keenan...”

“I wanted more than that.”

Seemed only fair.

“Humans had more. Even the Other had more—and they were supposed to be the mistakes.”

Was that what she was now?

“Angels were created for a purpose. To protect. To guide. But not to feel.” His fist fell. “No sorrow. No pain. And no happiness either. Just duty. Just…nothing.” He stepped toward her. “I wanted more,” he said again. “I didn’t even realize it at first, but with every soul, I just—wanted more.”

Wanting. Didn’t he realize that was a form of feeling? Maybe the other angels hadn’t felt any emotions, but he had, and they’d driven him to the edge.

No, they’d driven him to fall.

“With you, I decided to take more.” His fingers curled around her chin, and he tipped her head back. “Silk,” he whispered. “Smooth, soft, and warm.”

She realized he was talking about her skin.

He lowered his head and pressed a kiss against her lips. “Just as soft here, but the taste...” His eyelashes lowered. “A little sweet, and a hint of spice.”

Oh, he could seduce her so easily. Had, actually.

His knuckles trailed down her neck. “And being inside you...” His lashes rose. “Pleasure.”

She wet her lips and wanted his mouth again.

“I was tempted, and I fell.” His knuckles were at her chest now, pushing against the edge of her bra. “Humans get to feel. They get to fuck. They get anything they want.”

Not always. Sometimes, they got nightmares they didn’t want.

“Try living with nothing for two thousand years, and then see just how hungry you are for everything.”

His mouth captured hers in a hot, hard kiss that she met head-on. She knew about hunger, not just for blood, but for someone to hold you, to kiss you, to want you, no matter what.

Was she just a body for Keenan? Just a temptation? Maybe, but for her, he was becoming so much more.

A man who stayed with her through the good and bad. A man who didn’t care about the monster inside of her. He’d known her before, but didn’t judge her now.

She dropped the shirt. Her fingers lifted to wrap around his shoulders and hang on tight. The future wouldn’t, couldn’t matter. Now was all that mattered. Making a memory, having something to take with her when she went to the next life.

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