Amon collapses next to me. We both are desperately trying to catch our breaths. However, he recovers faster than I do. I make sure to pull the blankets over myself. I wipe the sweat from my forehead. I avoid eye contact and focus on how sore I am.
"Fuck. I can't even move my legs the way I want without feeling like they will break off. My womanhood hurts. Everything hurts. I think you broke me." My voice is weak and comes out in breathy moans.
Amon chuckles. "You're strong. You took that well. Since this is your first time, how did it feel? Is it what you expected?" His eyes are full of anticipation.
I close my eyes and relive the past hour. "It felt thrilling. I expected the first time pain, but I keep forgetting you're a demon, so even though I knew you would go a bit rough, it was way rougher than I thought. I'm a sucker for adrenaline pumping experiences, so you were perfect. Took my breath away." I can't wipe the smile of my face.
"Took your breath away, huh? Damn I must be pretty good. Are you okay? Need me to help you get dressed?" Amon gently glides his fingertips down my arm.
My cheeks heat up. "No need. I can dress myself, but... thanks for... um... being really sweet today. Like it's such a relief to not have to be scared of you. Well... scared isn't the right word. More like on edge." I roll over so my back is facing him.
"No problem, babe. Just to be absolutely clear..." He spoons me and I can feel his breath against my ear. "You are mine. No one else's. This sexy body is mine. You're lips are mine. You're moans are mine. Most importantly, and I don't have it yet, but I hope that your mind and soul will be mine too one day. Damn it. I want you again."
My stomach drops. "I'm speechless... so you can read my mind whenever you want. I don't mind."
"Okay. Rest your beautiful voice, baby. I'll talk and you think."
Amon has changed so much and I'm loving every second of it. Honestly, it makes sense that he's in love with me. He probably didn't think about why he called me babe 2 years ago. He always called me that. It's like he predicted he wanted me before he even realized it. And if what we just did is any representation of his feelings for me then he must love me intensely. Took my fucking breath away. MY GOSH. He felt soooo good and...
"Trish. Patricia. You felt perfect too. Maybe we should try a date... or whatever."
I roll on my back and lock eyes with him. "Date? You have changed."
His heartwarming grin is quickly replaced by a flash of red in his eyes. He vanishes before my eyes. I just lay here perplexed and naked.
I can make out quiet voices down the hallway. Despite my sore muscles, I hastily manage to roll out of bed and put my clothes back on. I run my fingers down my hair to tame it a bit, as I stealthily walk down the hallway. I keep my back flat against the wall and listen while making sure I'm hidden in the shadows.
"... don't you just leave? Huh? I swear on my existence that I'm not up to anything." Amon is talking to someone? His sibling?
My eyes widen as I hear Azrael speak. "Seriously? We have been against each other for centuries. Out of all your lies, this one has the least amount of effort put into it."
I take a few more steps closer until I can see them standing face to face. Azreal has Amon backed up into a corner. Amon's eyes dart to meet mine, but he quickly looks down.
"So love is a lie?" Amon sneers. "You angels are so selective with what you acknowledge. Can't you sense the good in this world? You don't want to see it. Look in my eyes. I'm only saying this one more time. I'm not trying to feed on Patricia. I haven't influenced her to do anything since I've been here. Your Father is my witness."
Azreal stares at Amon for a minute. I can only see the back of his/her head, but it's a good guess to assume he/she holds a look of skepticism. "I don't trust you at all. I need a second opinion. Patricia, you can come out now."
My stomach churns from the inevitable scolding I'm about to receive. I take a deep breath and calmly walk out from behind the wall directly in front of both of them.
"Patricia. He didn't influence you at all? He didn't do anything to you?"
"No. Amon still has his natural influence, but it definitely wasn't intentional and I did nothing for him to latch onto. I'm pretty close to being a clean slate. The only reason he showed up is because our paths happened to cross at the club hours ago."
Azrael opens his/her mouth to speak, but suddenly sniffs the air around me. The archangel proceeds to give me an intense once over. "You... you smell like... and your aura is...," He/she gestures awkwardly to their vessels neck, "... hickeys."
My eyes burst out my skull as I try to cover the marks on my neck with my hands. My gaze focuses on Amon — who can't hide his amusement — and then back to Azrael. My cheeks heat up as I stammer for a response.
"I... um... he... we... um... it just sorta happened. Listen Azrael. Actually listen to me. Amon... I'm pretty convinced he deeply cares for me. I think he loves me, I guess." My eyes dart around looking for an object or facial feature to focus on that's not the eyes.
To my surprise, Azrael bursts out in a fit of laughter with the accompanying sound of snorting. The angel is breathless by the time the laughing dies down. "Nice. Great. Just great. And let me guess, you love him too?"
"Not quite. Don't get ahead of yourself. By the way, I don't appreciate your laughing or your tone. You angels need to tone it down a bit. God forbid you guys don't actually know anything you claim to be so sure of."
Amon chuckles. "She's right. You angels are pretty double standard. Listen Azrael, she's not in any danger or whatever, so you can go now."
Azrael aggressively grabs Amon's shirt. "Shut it, you damned disgraced piece of fallen angel trash. I don't know why GOD doesn't just destroy demons. They are utterly useless and cause nothing but problems for everyone."
I gasp in disbelief. Well... that wasn't very graceful. Not at all.
Amon shoves the archangel off of him before he folds his arms and sighs. "Christ. I think it's time I go. The holiness is making me feel sick. I'll see you later, Trish."
"Later." I reply. I turn on my heels to face Azrael. "As for you, leave. I'm going to bed. It's been a long, long night."
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