He watched in silence as she ran from the room.
Regret in her eyes, and his soul in her grasp.
Chapter Forty
As he floated above them, invisible, he didn’t feel ashamed for watching, because he didn’t care. At first, he was elated that his plans were falling into place beautifully. Logan’s undeniable urge to speak with Haven, Haven’s growing desire for Logan, their clashing of heat and bodies that even madehimblush—itshouldhave turned the tide.
What went wrong?
He’d made progress, and the surge in his power told him he’d pleased Ahmi enough for her to imbue him with more of her supreme grace. So why hadn’t the two people in the bed done as planned?
While the painful moments of silence between the two naked people stretched to minutes, he worried they weren’t ready for the next step in his scheme.
The climax of their loud and lively lovemaking ebbed, and Haven became contemplative. She opened her mouth, and he prayed words of love would spill out.
No such fucking luck.
“Who was she? The woman in the portrait. Did you love her?”
If he’d had a body, he would’ve slapped his own forehead in exasperation.
In his long and thorough experience, he knewthinkingafter sex was a bad idea. One should never ruin physical pleasure with mental strain. He didn’t understandwhyshe was thinking. Logan turned her inside out, right-side out again, and then shook her from head to toe. How could she think of another woman after that?
Had sex changed so much in two hundred years?
Fuck that!
Haven left the room, but the goddamn duke didn’t make a move to go after her.
He cursed. If he didn’t get these two back on track, he’d be stuck as a bodiless slave, a non-corporeal spirit who could only find pleasure as a voyeur with a lust for the ladies and a centuries--old hard on.
At least with his newly acquired burst of power, he felt more like his old self, how he used to be before he’d been enslaved.
Infused with power, and irritated by the newest turn of events, the spirit bound to the watch moved toward the open window, determined and eager to put the next part of his strategy into motion.
“You look refreshed,meine Liebe,my love,” Divinia Kroger purred from her chair by the fireplace. “Come here, sit, and share tea with me.”
Still wet from his morning bath, Angelous Kroger strode through the door connecting his room to his twin’s, wearing only a loosely tied dressing robe. The two were knit together naked inthe womb, their bodies growing beside one another, sharing the same intimate space.
Nakedness was a comfortable and regular occurrence between them. As children of the Heavenly Sire, they were proud of their bodies, unashamed of their forms, of their purity and utter flawlessness.
Often, while he crafted his masterpieces in secret, he wondered at the disparities between the human form and that of his and his sister’s. The humans of the fallen, godless world had flawed, imperfect bodies; hideous, only fit as food for animals and worms. Everything about their putrid forms disgusted him. The way they mated and procreated like brooding hordes of flies. The way they used their bodies to give and get pleasure without purpose other than the pleasure itself. There was no logic to what they ate, pouring fermented ignorance down their throats, and gorging on foods that only added to their physical flaws.
What were they good for? Why had his Heavenly Sire allowed them to live after they’d abandoned their perfection in the Garden? Why had his merciful Sire allowed the human blemish to continue to infest the world He’d created?
His ways were mysterious.
Unlike the detestable human bodies, the Heavenly Sire handcrafted His children Himself, and placed them within their mother’s womb.
Perfection.
Flawless.
Every anatomical working, from the beating of their hearts, to the expulsion of waste, worked to godlike precision. Not only were the inner workings of their bodies superior to the crude processes of the godless, but their supremacy in form extended outward as well. One needed only look upon him and his sister to see the face and form of a perfect being.
Striding forward, he allowed his robe to fall open, baring his nakedness to his precious twin.
Her eyes grew bright, appreciative.
