“Do not listen to him, Belle! He is lying!” Zavariel yelled over the punches and smashes.
“Am I now?” I scoffed. “What did he say to you when you were above the cloud all alone, when he took advantage of you and impertinently touched your lips with his, Isabella?”
Her eyes narrowed. “That I have the power to corrupt. If he stayed with me, I’d drag him to Hell and burn his wings and…he should’ve just let me fall and taken my soul.”
The heat of the battle calmed for a second, and I grinned at the ugly faces covered in blood stains, wishing the wounds that caused them never healed. “Who’s lying now, Archangel Zavariel?”
“Is it true?” Isabella rose, trying to take her hand off me, but I held on to it like dear life. My touch was tethering her to me. I wouldn’t risk losing that power when all of these thieves were in the same room with us. “You were lying to me? You were luring me into a death trap?”
“No, Belle,” he said quickly. “Do not believe him. Can you not see what he is trying to do?”
“Do you have orders to kill me or not?”
His eyes twitched. “I… I do, but I—”
“I think you’ve heard enough, my queen.” I tugged at her hand, pulling her into me. When she looked at me, I devoured her lips, stopping her rambling thoughts, and then I dipped my fingers between her legs, taking everything out of her mind except the absolute fact that I owned her, and she fucking loved that I did.Shall we, darling?
Chapter 26
Belle
There was a lot of yelling going on I couldn’t distinguish who was saying what, and too many hands on my body to keep count.
Everything was super confusing, except the fact that Damien was pushing French kissing to a whole new level they should rename it to Damien kissing, and his fingers were unleashing a custom-made fire in my pants.
One second I was furious Heaven had sent an angel to kill me—like what they’d done wasn’t enough—and the next I was about to orgasm while my name was being screamed by so many people, as if we were in a coming contest and they were cheering for me to win.
Why hadn’t we played this game before? That should totally be a thing.
But it wasn’t. What the fuck was going on?
I was sure Damien had a hand in whatever this was, and probably I’d regret it later, but I was too wet to care.
“Damien, I want your cock,” I moaned, eyes closed.
He crushed me against something solid and scorching that titillated my demon, pouring extra fuel on my desire, as he ripped off my clothes. My horns penetrated my skull as he penetrated me. “It’s all yours, darling.” Thrust. “Take it.” Thrust. “All of it.” Thrust and groan.
My body arched into him as I grasped at his broad shoulders to hold him closer. He was naked, and I needed more, wanted everything. Damien made me wet like no other being. I let my nails roam and prick the skin of his chest and the ridges of his abs, making him suck in a breath.
With a growl deep in the back of his throat, he pounded me harder. He leaned in and claimed my mouth with one of his Damien Kisses. He sucked at my lower lip, pulling it between his teeth, and then released it to devour all of me.
Every time we kissed, his tongue learned the secrets of my mouth as if for the first time, giving me that lovers’ first kiss shudder and heat. And when he was doing it while stretching and fucking the heaven out of me, I grabbed at his neck, reminding my knees not to buckle.
“Fuck, Damien. You make me forget my name with that tongue and that cock.”
He cupped my chin and throat, his fingers pressed just behind my jaw. “Come for me, darling.” His delicious groan vibrated inside me. “Come for me, my queen.”
With that little choke, his kiss and the perfection of his thrusts, he took my breath away. I exploded around him, my orgasm as scalding as the surface behind my back. “Fuck!”
He followed right after, his cock thicker inside me, his cum filling my pussy, extending my orgasm. All hail Satan’s milk.
Here came the cheering sounds again.
No one was yelling my name, but there was actual clapping and whistles. Did I win the coming contest or Damien?
I laughed, opening my eyes, only to choke on my own giggle. We were no longer at the cabin. Black, yellow, orange and red hues surrounded me. What seemed like a thousand pair of red eyes were on us. Horned faces were grinning from ear to ear. Fists were cheering in the air.
Glancing over my shoulder, I could confirm the scorching surface was a brimstone wall blazing with hellfire. We were in Hell. Demons had been watching Damien and me having sex and cheered for us when we were done.
