“Says the demon who’s holding back,” I bit, my voice darker than I’ve ever heard it.
What in God’s name?
Why did I say that out loud?
Endor’s grip on my neck tightened as he smirked.He opened his mouth, likely to rebuke me, but the words never escaped him.
I was afraid most of all, that Endor had already poisoned me.The moment I crushed my mouth to his, there was no refuting the truth.
Mercedes may have been a lost soul, but as I kissed Endor, as I tasted his tongue in my mouth and ran my hands over his solid chest, entangled my fingers in his hair...I knew I would be forever damned.
Endor’s grip on my neck tightened as I shifted my position, straddling his lap in the tight confines of our cabin like an unhinged animal.
His mouth trailed over my jaw, my neck, as he grabbed me, thrusting himself against me.
My body was hot like a fire as I ran my hands up over his prominent erection, my fingers tracing the expanse of his chest through the soft fabric of his shirt.
“Fucking hell, Val,” he cursed as his mouth found mine again.
I slipped my tongue into his mouth, feeling the edge of his fang.
I broke away, the taste of something sour permeating in my mouth.It reminded me of Novocain, when you accidentally got a taste of it after the dentist had shot it in your gum.It was strangelynumbing.
Endor gazed up at me, his eyes practically glowing with a golden sheen I knew all too well.
Grace.
But that couldn’t be...he...
Panic gripped me as my entire body tensed.
“Endor...”I whispered his name, fear culminating in my gut as I wondered how in the hell this was happening, how I was able to withstand his venom.
How he was able to withstand my grace.
The glimmer of grace shone bright in his eyes, but there was something else there.
Something I didn’t notice before, but that I recognized all the same, being brought up in the church.
Hope.
His wings popped, curling around me like a shadowed cocoon, and my own followed without hesitation.The cabin disappeared and all that surrounded us were black and ivory feathers.
Endor’s lips found mine once more, but his kiss was not as brutal, not as harsh as I expected it to be in retaliation.
It was soft, delicate.
As if he too, was afraid.
I pulled him back into me, shifting position as I leaned against the booth, my back slamming against the hard arm of the booth as his prominent erection pressed against my heated mound.His one hand rested on my neck still, and the heat traveled all throughout my body, lighting me up like a fire.
And then I heard the soft sound of the door, and immediately, panic hit me.
I shoved Endor away, brushing my fingers through my hair and moving as far away as I could from him, if only to gain a semblance of sanity, just as the door opened.
CHAPTER6
Mercy
