LOGINThe flight itself wasn’t as terrifying as I thought it would be. I knew he wouldn’t drop me, and I clung to him with a death grip the entire time. The view from above was breathtaking, and I hadn’t seen our world look so peaceful and innocent in a very long time. It was easy to forget that the tiny figures below weren’t hurrying home to their families after work, but rather fleeing in panic from the winged creature’s shadow overhead.I kept wondering how much I could really trust his words—that I had become one of the most important things in his life. Though my eyes were fixed on his face, I held my head at an angle that made it seem like I wasn’t looking at him. His expression radiated confidence. He clearly felt in control up among the clouds and sensed no danger. Maybe it was time to shake that calm a little.Fueled by equal parts courage and curiosity, I loosened my grip around his neck. He didn’t even seem to notice, and I remained securely held in his arms. I’d been holding on
“My answer…” I whispered. “…is still the same. Never.”The angel of Hell’s eyes filled with fury. His hand clenched near his waist as he lifted his head from my lap and met my gaze.“I aroused you… and you aroused me. Why don’t you desire my touch without enchantment?” he demanded, his eyes burning like fire.“Does it even matter to you whether you get what you want with or without enchantment?” I answered weakly.I could barely tear my eyes away from his face. I wanted him—wanted to feel him move inside me, to touch every inch of his body. My instincts betrayed me, and I brushed my hand against him through the fabric of his pants. Then, using the last of my willpower, I pulled away and collapsed onto the rug, gasping. The demon leapt off the bed and stepped away from me.I kept my eyes closed, trying to quiet the storm inside me—until a loud crash made me jump to my feet. One of my mother’s cabinets lay shattered across the floor, and beside it stood a very angry angel of Hell.Only
Trembling, I began to move my hand again. My body was so sensitive that even the slightest touch made me flinch. He noticed, of course — and the half-smile that curved his lips told me he did. After a while, my breathing grew faster, louder than ever before. Desire swept me away, and I tilted my head back, lost in the sensation of my own touch.A low growl pulled me back to reality — a reminder that I wasn’t alone. When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into the face of the most beautiful demon I had ever seen. His body was tense, restrained, as if he were holding himself back and waiting. His gaze sought mine, and when our eyes met, he spoke with a quiet, knowing smile.“Are you close?” he asked, eyes gleaming.“The last two times I was closer…” I answered softly. His eyes narrowed — I must have said something wrong. “I’m sorry, my lord,” I added quickly, “I’ll try to please you better.”He threw his head back and laughed. “Well then,” he said teasingly, “since you ask so nice
“No, please…” I moaned, my hand involuntarily slipping between my legs. I lay on my back on the carpet, my body arched, my breasts pushed up. One of my hands began to excite itself between my thighs, the other caressing my breasts.“Look at me,” the command boomed. I raised my gaze and tried to look at the angel standing in front of me. Why hadn’t I licked this perfect body all the way through? I kept my head up, trying to maintain eye contact as I changed positions: I turned onto my stomach, my knees propped up, my buttocks held high, and arched my back. The rough material of the carpet rubbed my breasts even through my bra, but I couldn’t stop. Desire sparkled in his black eyes, and it only increased my own arousal.“Please,” I begged.“What do you want, baby?” he asked with a mischievous smile. Desire, possession, and victory flashed in his eyes all at once.“I… I want to enjoy it. I want to… satisfy you,” my voice choked.“How excited are you?” he asked, his gaze caressing my body
I froze in horror as I realized my legs had started moving toward the stairs on their own. I was halfway up before I felt the pull between us begin to weaken. His command still pulsed faintly in my mind, whispering for me to obey, but the farther I got from him, the looser its grip became. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I could almost breathe freely again. Dizzy and trembling, I turned back, bracing myself against the banister, and looked down.The demon sat on the floor, his back against the column, his fingers digging into his knees until they turned white. His head hung low, shaking slightly, a quiet curse slipping through his lips.Then, with one graceful motion, he stood. His movements blurred—too fast for my eyes to follow—as he raked his hands through his hair, still facing away from me. His posture radiated tension, his steps sharp and precise as he left the living room and strode toward the kitchen sink. When no water came from the faucet, he cursed again under
I saw the disbelief flicker across his face, and my smile only widened. Our faces were separated by just a few inches; the chains cut sharply into his shoulders as he strained against them. His shirt was tearing more and more with each subtle movement, revealing the hard ridges of his abdomen, the taut muscles shifting beneath his skin as the metal links scraped against him.“Well,” he said, frowning slightly, “I suppose we’ll find out the truth soon enough.”At first, I didn’t understand what was happening. Our eyes locked—and suddenly, I couldn’t look away. It was as though something invisible held me there, pulling me deeper into him. The trance grew stronger, and I could feel my thoughts blurring, my resistance slipping away. Then a strange scent filled my nose—spiced, intoxicating, otherworldly. Instinctively, I leaned closer, my hands clutching at his chest.When I looked up at his face again, for the first time I saw something like emotion flicker there—disbelief.“What… what’s







