Demon's Fall by Lee Karalynn

Author:Lee, Karalynn [Lee, Karalynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781426890680
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2010-10-25T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Their pillow talk, Kenan was certain, was unique.

“What is Hell like?”

“Not so terrible. There are fiery regions, and those of ice, but I think its true horror is that it’s stagnant.”

She considered this, idly drawing lines down his back. He lay on his stomach, his head turned toward her so that he could marvel at how lovely she was.

“What is Heaven like?” he asked.

“Beautiful, of course. Peaceful. There’s no change there, either. But that’s because it’s perfect as it is.”

“Which is why angels venture to the mortal plane.”

“We can’t simply sit still when there are humans who could use our guidance—” She broke off. “I see what you mean. Heaven doesn’t exist in isolation, and as long as we know of those who aren’t within it, we can’t be content.”

“I’m sure it’s more pleasant than Hell,” Kenan said. “I just wouldn’t wish it for myself.”

“You prefer Hellsgate?”

“I like the mortal plane,” he said. “It’s rich and unpredictable. Perhaps the end of the Third Path is the same.”

“Perhaps.” Neither of them knew, of course. Angels and demons couldn’t go there, where the souls of those committed neither to Heaven nor Hell went.

He realized that the sweeping curves she was tracing on his back were symmetrical, from the shoulder blades downward. Wings.

An unexpected sorrow moved through him. Of course she had only let him bed her because he had done what she considered a good deed, something an angel would do. And he had wanted to bed her because trying to ensnare her soul was something a demon would do, he reminded himself. This could never work as anything more. He twisted away from her touch and sat up.

“What is it?” From her laughter she was anticipating some more amorous play—a new position, perhaps. Her fingers danced onto his thigh.

He set his own hand on top of hers before it could move any further upward. “We should give the soul to the hellhound,” he said.

She froze for a moment, then drew away. “Yes. Of course.” Her voice was flat.

He cursed himself for a clumsy fool. He couldn’t bear having taken away that secret joy that had shone in her eyes, the one he knew belonged to him, so he leaned down and kissed her long and hard. And there, it was back, and warmth suffused him. It wouldn’t last, but he wanted it, needed it as long as he could have it. He was still a fool. At some point he would want the bright coin of her soul, if only so that he could keep her forever.

For now, he would keep her happy so she would stay with him. He ignored the thought of later.

Her dress was hopelessly wrinkled, and when he tried to help smooth it out against his body, his hands were inclined to wander. There was something in the freedom to touch her like this, letting himself forget for a moment that he wanted her soul or her body because what he truly wanted what that smile. It wasn’t the Hall of Mirrors that made the world seem so bright.

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