Free The Naphil's Kiss by Simone Beaudelaire

throbbing peak.
    Annie moaned, her reticence floating away. What if he was lifting her skirt? She no longer cared to resist. She only wanted to be as close to Josiah as possible. He switched from one nipple to the other, and Annie moaned.
    “Let me, sweet Annie,” he murmured against her breast, “say yes.”
    “Oh, Josiah,” she moaned. He reached under her skirt and cupped the apex of her thighs, where her hot, delicate flesh throbbed and ached in anticipation. He slipped her panties aside, parted her virgin lips and delved through, touching her wetness. Just as she had suspected, he possessed a natural affinity for sex, and she opened her thighs, eager to experience more. One finger slid deep into her as the heel of his hand brushed against her clitoris, stimulating the sensitive nub.
    Annie wailed in pleasure.
    “Say yes, Annie,” he urged.
    “Oh, Josiah, yes!”
    No sooner had the words left her lips than his fingers were withdrawn. He drew her panties down and off, then his body was over hers again. She opened for him again and his penis touched her intimate flesh. She sighed in pleasure, all thoughts of white weddings forgotten. All she could think, feel, and want was Josiah. She felt his muscles flex in preparation for the plunge into her…
    And then his weight disappeared from her body. Annie opened her eyes. When had she closed them? A shadow stood between her and the late spring sunshine. It took several seconds for her to focus, and then…
    “Grandfather?”
    The wiry man tossed Josiah away as though he weighed little more than a kitten. The boy stumbled and fell to the ground.
    “Hannah, cover yourself.” He averted his eyes from her bare body.
    Face burning, Annie shoved her skirt down over her bare legs and twitched her blouse back into place.
    “Josiah, go to your room and wait for me. If you're not there when I arrive, you'll never be welcome in this community again. Do I make myself clear?” Smith's voice was calm, but his eyes flashed like chips of onyx.
    “Yes, sir,” Josiah replied, struggling to his feet and racing up the hill to the compound.
    “Well, Hannah?”
    “Annie, please, grandfather.”
    “Never mind about that. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”
    “That I love Josiah, and I want to marry him.” Annie rose gracefully to her feet and met her grandfather's eyes with her own unflinching gaze.
    “But you are not married to him. No one has asked the elders. And you're underage. I don't see an almost married couple. I see a young, naïve fool being seduced by a bad…”
    “Stop it!” Annie screamed. “I love Josiah. He's not bad.”
    “There's something wrong with him, Annie.”
    She crossed her arms over her chest. “There is not.”
    “No?” He raised his eyebrows. “Then how did you give up on your chastity so easily? I know you, Hannah. You don't want this; a clumsy lay in the meadow. Is that what all your talk of waiting, all your leadership of your peers has amounted to? I'm disappointed in you.”
    Considering her grandfather's questions about her behavior, Annie flushed. Yes, she'd been vocal in the youth meetings. And now, here she was, caught rolling around in the grass like a hypocrite. She shook some flowers from her hair.
    “I've behaved badly,” she said, casting her eyes at the ground. Then she met her grandfather's gaze boldly. “But it was my decision. Don't blame Josiah. After all, he's one quarter angel. There must be more goodness there than bad.”
    “I don't know,” her grandfather replied, his dark eyes focused on the horizon. “Of all Nephilim, I would never have suspected Lucien of indulging in improper behavior. He's just been promoted to general. And yet he was the one who broke his vows, who brought his infant to us to raise. There is weakness in his line. It shows in his son.”
    “No!” Annie shook her head, rejecting his words. “Lucien is our hero. If anyone can get us through the battle, it's him. And there's