Touched by Death: (Sins of The Fallen book 3)
Touched by Death: Chapter 8

The sensation of bare thighs straddling my waist and the brush of fingers on my forehead stirs me from my sleep. My dick hardens when a feminine voice whispers in my ear as strands of long hair tickle my cheeks. “Wake up, baby.”

Realization reaches me through the murky waters of slumber, and my eyes fly open to replace Aurelia’s face close to mine, her brown hair tucked behind her ear. I stiffen and grip her hips.

“Did you miss me?” she asks, grinding down on my hardening dick as my fingers tangle in the silky fabric of her skirt that’s bunched around her waist. My gaze flicks down to between our bodies, and I draw in a sharp breath at the sight of her bare pussy. The girl has foregone panties, and she’s grinding on my dick in the middle of the night. Stretching my neck, I peer at the bedside clock. It’s just past three in the morning.

“What are you doing, Aurelia?” I ask.

“I didn’t know you slept naked.” Her predatory smile reveals sharp incisors. “I like it.”

I try to move her off me, but she surprises me with her strength when she grips my wrists and digs her sharp nails into my skin. She tuts disapprovingly, sliding her sweet cunt along my cock. “I’ve waited centuries to have you to myself again. Have you not missed me?”

Blinking up at her, at her wings as they slowly unfold behind her, I swallow past the thick lump in my throat. “Genesis?”

A peal of seductive laughter dances over her mouth, and she straightens up and lets her head fall back between her shoulders. The action has her breasts straining against the low-cut dress. My eyes drink her up, trailing up her slim waist gripped between my hands, the swell of her tits, and her slender neck.

Fear, unlike anything I’ve felt before, coils around my heart and slithers through my veins. This is not the Genesis I knew back in Eden. This grinding version in front of me is something much darker and deadlier.

A chill winds its way down my spine as her eyes replace mine. “Yes, baby, it’s me.”

I’m bewitched by the monstrous perfection before me. My hips rise off the mattress, seeking her wet heat.

Her teeth sink into the swell of her bottom lip before she says, “Did you expect Aurelia?” Her taunting laugh slithers along every inch of my skin like the reaper’s seductive touch. “Aurelia is unavailable at the moment.”

When she leans down to kiss me, I pull away at the last minute, the heat of her breath caressing my stubbly cheek.

“Why did you attempt to lure me out of the shadows if you don’t want me, Amenadiel?”

I stay silent, my cock twitching against her folds.

“All the times you tried to coax Aurelia’s darkness to the surface.” Her lips descend, dragging across my skin until they move against the corner of my mouth. “I laughed at you and your pathetic attempts.”

When she rises up, her hand comes to my throat and grips me tight. She sinks down on my cock, lip trapped between her teeth. Her pussy grips me fiercely, and I release a choked sound as my fingers bruise her hips. “Fuck…”

“Is this what you fantasize about at night? Me riding you again, Amenadiel, like the good old times?”

Pleasure bursts behind my eyelids. She begins to move, watching me closely with those cold, dead eyes. “Or is it her you want? The innocent little angel they all drool over? You like her too, don’t you?”

Her pussy pulses around my dick. She grinds down, taking me so fucking deep that I choke on my own drool. “This is not a dream, Amenadiel. There are no tears in the veil. This is her body in the flesh.”

My hand leaves her hip, and I drag my fingers up her body and over her ribs to palm a soft breast. I grit my teeth.

“Do you like how she feels?”

Flipping us over, I clamp my hand over her plump lips to stop her from talking. If it weren’t for the shadows that shroud the bed, or the blackness in her eyes, she could pass as her.

“Why have you returned, Genesis?” I sneer into her ear while slowly sinking into her tight cunt. “Why are you here?”

As my hand slides from her mouth to wrap around her neck, she opens her legs further. “You always liked them innocent.”

Gripping the headboard with my other hand, the bed frame creaks loudly as I chase my release. Right or wrong, I could die fucking this girl. It’s true that I started out hunting Genesis as soon as I suspected that she was hiding inside Aurelia’s shadows. But as time passed, my intrigue with the innocent angel grew until my hunger for her was as insatiable as my blood lust. Genesis knows my weakness.

Clawing her nails down my back, eliciting shivers, she lifts her head off the pillow to bite down on my bottom lip, breaking the skin. Blood floods my mouth, and she drags her tongue over my lips, down the curve of my chin, and along my jaw, before nipping at my earlobe. “If you use a single flame to light a room of candles, are they all the same flame?”

Pulling out to the crown, I slam back inside. “You’re not her.”

“Does it matter?”

“Fuck,” I grunt, burying my face into her neck while pistoning my hips. “It matters.”

“You’re selfish, Amenadiel. You never fucked me like this. Aren’t you going to at least try to get me off?”

Lifting my head from her neck, I reach up to brush her damp hair away from her sweaty brow, wishing I could bring Aurelia back from the shadows. But she’s lost for now, imprisoned by the devil’s past. “Why should I? You’re not her.”

“You really don’t love me anymore?” Her icy voice lacks emotion. “The boy who promised to love me forever dropped me for another candle.”

Our lips brush with every powerful thrust. Reaching down, I grip her bruised hip. “Genesis died that day—slaughtered by my own brother. You’re a demon.”

Her lips spread into a cruel smile. “I know you want him dead, Amenadiel. Let’s kill him. Together.”

“Is that why you’ve returned? To kill my brother? Why seduce me?”

“I thought you were smart, Amenadiel?” she asks, wrapping her legs around my waist when my movements grow jerky. I can’t hold it back.

I come, groaning against her parted lips.

“I’m here to kill everyone,” she whispers as I fill her up with my cum. “This body will ensure no one stands in my way.”

Heart thundering in my chest, I frown while slowly leaning back to look her in the eyes.

“Don’t you see?” Her smile grows, evil incarnate. “They all love her. You love her.”

I scramble away, breathing harshly, the moonlight glinting off my cock that’s wet with my cum and her arousal. She sits up, slides off the mattress, and lets her skirt fall back down to cover her bare pussy. Wings stretched behind her, she conjures a flame and lets it dance across her fingers. Her eyes replace mine over the flickering fire. “She’s the ultimate weapon to Hell’s destruction. Why do you think God let her out of Eden? Why the gates opened for her but no one else?”

“God doesn’t seek revenge,” I bite out.

“Doesn’t He?” Her tinkling laughter raises the hairs on my neck. “Did you never read the Bible, Amenadiel?” With a tut, she continues, “In Deuteronomy, God promised to avenge Himself upon the Israelites who rejected Him, and He’d do it in His own timing and according to His own perfect and pure motives. Well, baby…” Stepping between my legs, where I sit at the edge of the bed, she cups my chin and grips it tight when I try to wrench free. “That time is now.”

Before I can respond, she walks out of the bedroom, and I stare after her swaying hips. It’s only when the door clicks shut that I’m snapped out of my stasis.

Flying to my feet, I hurry after her, throwing open the door. The empty hallway greets me. As I turn the corner, I stop short. Dried leaves blow across the beam of moonlight on the entrance floor.

Staring at the wide-open front door, I curse.

She’s gone.