Page 157 of My Sweetest Temptation

Serafina's eyes softened, and she cupped my cheek. "You are the angel who knows exactly how to keep him calm, to help him rein in that anger. That is how you will save him."

I didn’t know how to respond to that, and we sat in silence until we both retreated to our rooms for the night.

I paused in the hall, caught between the door to Nico's bedroom and the room he gave me. Just then, Demon spotted me and padded over, his tail wagging. I bent to ruffle the thick fur beneath his big ol' head. "Come on, boy," I urged, rising to my feet, and he followed me into my room.

I closed the door behind me, sealing myself away from the unknown. Slipping into my flannel shorts and shirt, I crawled under the covers and switched off the lamp beside the bed.

"Come on," I called, patting the bed. Demon leaped up beside me, settling at the bottom of the bed near my feet. I gave him one last affectionate pat on the head, then lay my head on the pillow, turning to face the window. The moonlight seeped through the gap in the window shades, casting a glow across the room.

I tucked my hands beneath my pillow, willing myself to sleep, but my mind drifted to Nico. I worried about him, wondering if his anger might one day consume him if he were to turn away from me and never look back.

I never imagined I could love someone so intensely, yet here I was, terrified that he might see that love as a betrayal when he learned the truth about who I was.

Sleep began to pull me under when my door creaked open, and a sharp breath caught in my throat. Light spilled into the room from the hallway, illuminating a towering shadow I recognized all too well.

The bed dipped under his weight, but I kept my eyes closed, allowing the moment to linger. Soft fingers trailed down my cheek, and I opened my eyes.

I met Nico's gaze, his once-bright blue eyes dimmed by the day's burdens. "Hi," I whispered.

His shoulders slumped, releasing a tension I didn't realize he carried, as if he had found solace in my presence amidst the madness surrounding him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low and raw.

I sat up, and Demon jumped off the bed with a grunt and wandered out of the room. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me around. You seemed really upset when you came home," I admitted.

His harsh worry lines gave way to a warm smile that ignited a flicker of hope within me. "I always want you around, Angel. You're my peace to my chaos," he professed.

I studied his face closely. "Are you okay?"

"I will be," he replied, reaching for my hand, his thumb brushing small circles around my wrist. The simple touch sent a shiver through me, grounding me in this moment. "Come to bed with me," he pleaded, the vulnerability in his voice pulling at my heart.

"Okay." I wanted to show him he was worthy of love and that he deserved to feel cherished and safe. I wanted to taste his soul when we kissed; I wanted to bind our fates together.

I stepped out of my office, a wave of longing washing over me and pulling me toward the comfort only my angel could provide. I craved her presence, her soothing touch that could silence the chaos swirling in my mind.

I opened the door to my room without knocking. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I found Winter's silhouette on the bed. And in an instant, the tumult of my day began to fade away. Anger, frustration, and fear melted into the shadows, leaving only a deep sense of peace from being in her presence.

I moved closer, my heart steadying as I sat on the edge of the bed. Watching her, I noticed how her eyes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly as if lost in a dream, though I knew she was awake. When she truly slept, the gentle sound of her snores filled the air, and her lips parted in a way that made her look blissfully content, as if she held the world’s happiness within her.

My fingertips caressed her soft cheek as I leaned in closer. As her eyes slowly opened, her gaze held me steady like an anchor out at sea. And in that instant, the tension in my body dissipated.

"Hi," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, yet it resonated with a warmth that enveloped me.

She shifted in bed, sitting up slowly, and Demon leaped off. My eyes swept over her; she was wearing a cute red and white flannel set, an image of innocence.

She inclined her head, studying me. "Are you okay?" she asked almost hesitantly.

"I will be," I replied, reaching for her soft hand, my thumb brushing small circles around her wrist. "Come to bed with me," I pleaded, hating the vulnerability in my tone.

"Okay."

She rose from the bed and took my hand, and our fingers intertwined as we left the room. Step by step, we walked together to my room. The door clicked shut, and as I turned, my breath caught in my throat. There she stood, my angel. Her hands rested behind her back, and I knew that playful, mischievous look all too well. It was a look that said she wanted me.

My dick awakened, and my heart pulsated erratically in my chest. She sauntered toward me, each step deliberate and full of intent. My breath quickened as she took my hand and guided me toward the bathroom. Once the door shut, she slowly undressed me, her touch sending electric shocks through my body. A hiss escaped my lips as her hand brushed against my hard dick.

With each article of clothing that fell away, my desire for her intensified. Her body was a work of art, a masterpiece that I longed to explore and worship. My gaze traveled over her perky breasts, taut nipples, and down to her rounded hips.

When she turned on the shower, my eyes were glued on her round ass.

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