Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seduced by The Two Shadowed Nephilim: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 86

The man in front of me, covered in blood, actually has an erection.Unbelievable.Even more unbelievable is that I’m doing everything I can to accidentally brush against the bulge in his pants.Each time I do, he inhales sharp, holds it, then exhales, like pain and desire have somehow merged inside him.My breathing turns shallow, so I start pulling air quietly through my mouth.Then his hand slides into my hair, and my eyes flutter shut for a second on instinct. For heartbeat, I think he’s going to pull my head toward his hardness — but his fingers only glide through the strands stuck with dried blood.— Need to take care of this first — he says, and maybe I’m insane, but I swear his words sound seductive.A hot shiver crawls up my arm, and he smiles. He noticed.I drop the dagger and push a finger inside the wound. Caelith exhales hard through his mouth, but I feel the edge of the bullet scrape my fingertip. I’ve got it. Finally.I barely have time to breathe before he pulls me up i

Caelith is asleep beside me and… God, this man is unbelievable even when he’s sleeping.No snoring, no drooling, no weird twisted positions.Just a deep, steady peace on that strong, perfectly symmetrical face while his broad chest rises and falls slow.I really hope he’s never seen me sleep. Worse — I hope he’s never seen me wake up. Hair a mess, creased skin, morning breath.I pull off the boots, and my feet are covered in some thick, gritty powder, but I ignore it and lie back down. Even though the dizziness and the headache are gone — and the cut on my head isn’t bleeding anymore — I know I need rest. Maybe when I wake up in the morning, my memories will finally fall back into place.I close my eyes and my thoughts start drifting, losing shape, until everything goes dark.***The woods are damp and too dark, and the branches and dry leaves prick the soles of my feet as I walk faster, scanning the shadows. The cold makes me rub my arms with both hands, trying to build enough fricti

Volkov acted alone. No one on this earth can help me find her.So I ditch the car right there on the asphalt and climb down to the thin strip of sand wedged between the rocks on the coast that surrounds the city.The night is cold and wet, but here — with the raw pulse of nature and the absolute solitude — I have my best chance of reaching whoever I need.— Gabriel! — I shout at the sky, every breath in my lungs catching fire. — Where is she?And the waves crash harder against the rocks, spraying over me, mixing my panic with salt and wind. Seagulls scream and dive for food.No answer.— You damned bastard! — I turn the other way, searching for any trace of his light. — Tell me where she is!My body caves. My knees sink into the wet sand, and the pain tearing through my chest forces my torso forward. It feels like someone is ripping my ribs out one by one — I can barely breathe.Rage and helplessness climb my throat like acid.Volkov is going to kill her.And there’s nothing I can do.