Free Fallen Angel (Hqn) by Eden Bradley Page B

knew already every angle and plane of his face. Every expression. And every line, every look, was beautiful to her.
    He felt right. Asmodeus never had. Of course, she’d always known he was temporary, that his job was to prepare her. She just hadn’t known what it was he would prepare her for. She understood and accepted now that it was not to be the Dark One. But she no longer felt sad. Because now she had Declan. He was her destiny, she was certain of it. All her training, her dedication and effort, were to prepare her for him.
    He appeared not to know it, and she understood he would be resistant. But that seemed to be an organic part of this dynamic. She knew it would be a process. She was prepared to wait.
    The truck rolled down the highway, and despite her fascination with all she saw, her eyelids soon grew heavy. She slept.
    Asmodeus came to her almost as soon as her mind was enveloped by the darkness.
    “I heard you call to me, girl.”
    She was naked, as always, the wind sweeping over her bare skin, twisting her hair into long, floating coils. They were nowhere, in the falling, weightless dark, as they most often were. It used to feel like a cocoon to her, womblike. Now it simply felt empty. Even Asmodeus could no longer fill up that empty space.
    “I did not call you, Asmodeus.”
    “You said my name. That is enough.”
    “Only in my head.”
    “Do you think I am not there, little one? I am in your every thought. I always have been.”
    “Is that true?”
    “Think on it.”
    “I…I don’t know.”
    “You begin to question me. I do not care for it.” His eyes blazed, a pair of black-and-red coals in his flawless face.
    “I’m sorry,” she told him, remorseful. Afraid.
    “Do you not still love me?”
    “Of course. Once loved, always loved. You yourself taught me that. I believe it to be so.”
    “Do you still desire me?”
    His skin glowed, that lovely, burnished gold, his erect cock standing tall and strong. Her body surged with need, as it always had.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    He moved closer, stroking his shaft with long, slow sweeps of his hand. The head swelled, glistened at the tip.
    “Tell me you want me, my beauty.”
    Her nipples were stiffening, her sex filling with desire.
    “I want you,” she said quietly. “As always, Asmodeus.”
    He fisted his long-fingered hand and pumped into it. Desire pooled deep in her belly, even as her mind shied away, trying to reject the sensation. Still, she was unable to deny it was there.
    “Tell me again.”
    “I want you.”
    “Show me how you want me. Show me how you would have me touch you.”
    She started to raise her hands to her breasts, but they stilled, as if of their own accord.
    “Show me how you would have me suckle your breasts. Spread your thighs for me and show me the honey of your wet desire.”
    She could not move. Despite the hunger gnawing at her belly, her breasts, her sex. She was swollen with it, yet immobilized. She could not do as he asked.
    She could not do it.
    “Asmodeus, I—”
    “You deny me?” he roared, his hand giving his hard flesh another savage yank. “You reject me, girl?”
    “No.”
    “Your body will not obey me. I can smell your desire, yet you are still as a statue.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    She was shivering now. With unmet need, with fear. Goose bumps lined her skin.
    “Go to your human male, then.” Asmodeus spit the words out.
    “I… How do you know about him?”
    “I see it all, little one. You cannot hide. I see your need for him. Your desire to please. Your attentions are diverted from me, and you do not fight it.”
    “Asmodeus, it feels right. He feels right.”
    “You are mistaken.”
    She raised her chin, looked into the scorching black depths of his eyes. “I am not.”
    “Foolish girl.”
    He began to stroke himself again, growing thicker, longer. His nipples swelled into two dark, luscious pads of flesh as he fingered them with his other hand. Her body responded, her sex growing