Zoe              I close my eyes half-mast as my body shudders with wave after wave of pleasure. I dig my knees hard into Azazel’s back and arch my hips to ride him harder. The shower’s water rains down over us, gliding down my neck and the mounds of my breasts sensually. It feels so good, like being caressed by butterflies. Azazel gasps ecstatically as he pounds harder into my body. His shoulders stiffen, and his thighs strain with every pump of his hips. I can see the tendons of his neck straining and his chest heaving with every penetration. Looking through the fog of the water, I gaze at his wet lashes and swollen lips. I want to devour him. No one had ever made me feel this right. Placing a soft kiss on his lips, I nip lightly at his bottom lip and brush my tongue with his.              I woke up earlier this

Zoe                             “Damn, girl, your man is fine!” Lana says with an ecstatic shudder the moment I walk into the apartment. Bree slumps down on the sofa with yogurt in hand and chuckles. “He is freaking hot! So, how’s the sex?” She asks with a deadpanned smile. I feel a flush journey down my cheeks at her question. Bree loves putting me on the spot. I mean, I love the girl, but sometimes I just want to choke her. I guess that is part of being in a friendship. Lana jumps onto the couch from the back of the seat and crosses her legs with anticipation. “Yes, do tell.” She says while rubbing her hands together like a sixties villain.              Shaking my head with a roll of my eyes, I si

ZoeI blink my eyes as the door closes behind me. All I see is complete darkness. However, my sense of smell is perfectly fine. A cough escapes my lips when the scent of ash and smoke permeate my senses. My eyes burn and itch painfully, and my throat is dry. “Hello,” I whisper softly. Who knows what's hiding in the darkness. “Bree... Lana...” I call out again. But there's no response. All I hear is the echo of my own voice. Taking a few steps, I extend my hand in front of me and start walking. It's a bit unnerving because it's so dark. Then I remember something Azazel said about supernatural eyes. He said that Supernaturals could see better than humans. So I close my eye tightly, willing them to change like they did last night when I saw the corrupt power surrounding my apartment—then I open them again. Unfortunately, nothing happens. I don't see a thing.I try a few times as I take a few cautious steps but get no results. Sighing in frust

Zoe              Can things get any worse? I think in my head as I watch my best friend fall apart in front of me. Gazing at Azazel, I can see that he has a similar thought. Bree leans her head on my shoulder for comfort as she processes her new reality. There are so many obstacles in our way, and everything looks bleak.              Azazel takes a seat in front of me and takes my hand in his. “We’ll get through this, luv. Nothing will get in our way now that I’ve found you.” He growls huskily.              I’m about to respond when a cocky male voice echoes across the room. “What the bloody hell just happened? And why was I lying unconscious next to a Seraphim?”        

Chapter 29: The calm before the stormZoeI don’t think I’ve ever had such an odd conversation as I did today. Once I was done explaining to my friends Mathias and Azazel’s roles in this, we sat there and questioned Fallon and Lucifer about the supernatural world. Lucifer wasn’t much help, though. Every time we’d ask him a question, he’d grumble and tell us that he’s bored. However, I can’t help but notice the long looks he gives Lana when he thinks no one is looking. The look is a mixture of longing and frustration. I know that I have to tell Lana about Lucifer, but I have no clue how to approach the topic without freaking her out. I startle when Azazel comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and kisses my temple. “I just spoke to Mathias and let him know that we were able to extract all of you from hell. I'm going to assume that Marael probably knows we escaped the dimension since she's co