Angel Rising by Deena Remiel

Author:Deena Remiel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, sexual abuse, devil, ptsd, immortality, sex trafficking, angels and demons
Publisher: Deena Remiel

Chapter Thirteen

Sunday was a blur of activity. After finally making it home from Gabriel’s house, Hannah didn’t stop moving. Laundry and dusting, vacuuming and packing, and yet through it all, she still felt his hands caressing her skin, his lips pressed against her throat, and all of him burrowed deep inside her. She spent the day, trying to squelch the burning desire to be cocooned in his embrace. No matter how hard she cleaned and prepared for her trip, he was ever-present in her thoughts.

Has he bewitched me somehow? Does he have some angel power he’s kept secret from me? Or have I done this to myself? She had no clue, but needed to get a grip before embarrassing herself, or worse yet, him. Maybe it was all those protective amulets and woven incantations at work. Maybe besides protecting her, they were heightening her need of him. And maybe she was just a woman in need of lots of sex with her man!

Sweaty and stinky from all the physical labor around the house, she ran a shower to clean up. As she stepped under the hot stream of water, she was reminded of his desire to share a shower with her. She’d make that a reality for him soon. Shampooing her hair, the amulet around her wrist got twisted up with a piece of long, dripping drenched hair. It had wrapped itself around the strands, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t get it untangled.

Sopping wet, she stepped out of the shower, scurried over to one of the drawers under the sink, and retrieved a pair of scissors. As she wrangled with the unwieldy mess of sodden hair, the bracelet became more entwined. “Ohh! This is why I don’t wear jewelry, people!”

She snipped the bracelet in half and freed her hair. She placed the whole damn thing on the counter. Scuttling back under the warmth of the hot rain, she washed her hair. Closing her eyes, she massaged her scalp, finally relaxing as she worked the shampoo into a frothy lather. Images of her angel, standing naked before her, flashed across the movie screen of her mind, and her body ached for him.

“Hannah….” A voice whispered to her.

Her eyes flew open and she looked behind her and out the glass stall windows and doors. No one was there.

“Hannah…forgive me. I wasn’t myself. I’m lost without you. Come find me.”

The voice sounded familiar, and yet she saw no one to link it to anywhere. What if her hearing was on overdrive? She could be hearing someone speaking from far away. But who? It was a man’s voice, for certain.

“Look into your mind and you’ll find me there. I’ll be waiting.”

Star.

Soap stung her eyes, so she quickly rinsed her hair and toweled off. How had he gotten inside her mind again? Didn’t her Protector send him back to Hell? And wasn’t she supposed to be protected from this kind of thing? The amulets. She’d taken one off, and this was the consequence.

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