The White Rose Of Damnation
Their chests rose together, wings drawing in around them, as if shielding this moment from the rest of the world.
The demon didn't move right away. He just felt.
And so did Rea. And in that one, long, unmoving instant, a demon and an angel both knew—there was no turning back.
The air around them seemed frozen, vibrating, strained, as if time itself held its breath watching them. When Kael slowly, deeply pushed further into her, Rea's body arched beneath him—not from pain or fear, but from that raw, scorching sensation that burned and uplifted all at once. As if another world had opened within her.
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