Page 39 of Lucifer's Redemption

Blaze, sensing the tension, jumped from my other hand. The movement caught my attention, my eyes trailing him briefly. As my eyes backtracked to the dark god before me, I found he was still staring.

Do I say something?

It would really help if I had someone to pray to right now.

Luci turned his body, adjusting his fingers to lead me further into the library, without uttering a word. Taking me up the first set of stairs, he peeked back at me, seeing the flustered look of a teenage girl crushing on the hottest guy in school. Clearing my throat awkwardly, he chuckled.

Fates that chuckle! It vibrated in the back of his throat, heavy and filled with such manliness.

The butterflies began to stir in my stomach, becoming way too much to bear. I almost wanted to burst. We stopped moving halfway up the stairs.

Luci turned to me, looking down from his vantage point that was two steps higher. “Are you alright, Uriel?”

Um, no. I’m not.

“Yes.” My raspy voice left my lips before I could clear my throat. Rubbing it with my free hand, he tugged me forward again, leading me to the top floor.

“This is the fantasy section.”

His voice had me slowly melting into a puddle. Each step was harder to take. My stomach’s butterflies were now traveling lower. His touch was overwhelming. This was the longest we held hands besides the hallway, but the tingles became strong, too strong! I whimpered, covering my mouth.

“You do like it. Good,” he sighed, rubbing his hand through his dark brown hair. “I was worried you’d prefer to read all those scientific books like you read at home.”

I wanna put my fingers through your hair… let me play with it.

Oh, better yet, let me smell that shampoo you used this morning.

Holy phantom tail, what is happening to my body?

My eyes couldn’t leave his perfectly chiseled face. It was too pretty. The stubble gave him a rugged look that I had never seen before. I began seeing him in a whole new light than when I first met him. My hand clamped over my mouth to keep my tongue from hanging out. The heat created an unbearable pressure between my thighs.

This feeling, what is it?

Ripping my hand away, Luci’s head darted behind him, watching me intently.

“I-I’m not feeling well.” I backed away, gripping the railing.

Luci advanced, and I feared what else would happen if he touched me again. Gripping the banister tightly, I lifted my free hand to stop him. His eyes looked so broken, softening considerably, but I couldn’t let him touch me. Otherwise, my body might explode.

“I… I… I’m going to go lie down.” My wings exploded. Gliding down the staircase, the rush of the wind cooled the heat at the surface of my skin.

Blaze, who was curled up on the corner of a desk, lifted his head, watching me leave the great double doors.

My feet pounded along the lush, red carpet. Each step further from Luci weighed in my chest, slowing its pounding as if I shouldn’t have left. Disappointment radiated from my heart, a strong feeling that I didn’t think was mine. Tears brimmed my eyes as I hit the white doors of my room, pushing and pulling on the door handle until the door finally unlocked. I saw Luci down the hall, poking his head from behind a door, watching me fall into my room.

Diving onto the freshly made bed, I climbed under the covers in utter embarrassment.

My body was doing strange things, right in-between my thighs, and I couldn’t understand it. It started when I held his hand, and looking at him more closely, I found him insanely good-looking—too good-looking.

I mean, I always saw him as handsome, but now it radiated so much more. His silence contrasted my incessant chatter. I never shut up. Mom told me as much, thousands of times when I tried to tell her about my day.

Granted, I’m sure my theories explaining why supernaturals in the Bergarian Realm were leaving to go to the Earth Realm were quite boring, but I felt like I was missing something. I was missing a vital piece of information that was available to everyone but me.

Why could I not figure it out?

My legs ached. My mind trailed straight back to Luci. Rubbing my thighs together for some sort of friction helped the ache, but it wasn’t enough. I poked my head out of the covers to check that the door was completely shut, then I hid back under the covers again.

I’ve cleaned myself in the shower; I’ve touched that area before, but the pounding, my heart beating between my thighs, was so new. Biting my bottom lip, I lifted my dress slowly. Every touch on my skin was heightened to unexplainable extremes. It felt like peanut butter spread all over my body, warmed to the touch, and was melting off of me.

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