Jegudiel (Deadly Virtues #2) -Tillie Cole Page 0,73

him. Then he looked down and stilled, just taking in the sight of this woman against him. His quick breaths were crashing waves in his ears, drowning out anything but the two of them suspended in that surreal moment.

Diel looked into Noa’s eyes, and he saw something new in her stare. Now that his vision was unclouded and the ever-present fog had cleared from his mind, he caught Noa swallowing deeply. Color dropped slightly from her lips and cheeks. She found him watching, and her chin lifted high, bravado concealing the subtle flicker of fear.

Something unknown pulled in Diel’s sternum. His head tipped to the side as he tried to search for what it was … a piece of string. A piece of invisible string that sprouted from his chest and pierced through Noa’s. As she breathed, he felt it move. As she shifted, it twisted and turned. And then it twanged. Beat after quicker beat. Twang, twang, twang.

Diel’s eyes narrowed on Noa, studying her features to find what was wrong. Something was really fucking wrong. Then he saw it. Felt it. The string twanged again. Shaking. Trembling. Terrified.

Diel saw his hand rising to her face, like some outside force was controlling his body. But he lived every second of it. Felt Noa. She was nervous. She was scared. Her brown eyes were glistening, but she wouldn’t let it show on her stoic expression. Diel’s fingers reached her cheek and skirted over her skin. It was cold. Then his hand stilled. He stared down at his own fingers.

They were shaking too.

As if a hidden trapdoor had been wrenched open inside him, thoughts of the last time he had been touched flooded his brain. Diel gritted his teeth, fighting to chase them back. Trying to repel the memories of the rough hands of the old priests as they pushed down his shoulders. As they forced open his mouth, as they held him down to the ground and lowered themselves between his spread legs …

His eyes flew open at the sound of Noa’s gasp. Her steely gaze was locked on his. And on a deep inhale, she reached for his hand and slowly placed it on her left breast. Diel went to wrench it away, too fucked in his head to do this, fingers shaking too much, but—

“No,” Noa said, her voice the commander to his soul once again. Her voice shook, and the sound sliced his heart in two. Noa was strong. She was unbreakable. She had faced both the man and his monster head on and, like a necromancer, brought them back to life as one strong, unyielding being—who they were always meant to be.

Noa’s lips were pale, but she kept her head high, cradled his cheek and whispered, “We won’t let them take this from us.” Diel’s eyes closed momentarily, and that invisible string between them twanged over and over as their tarnished memories bled out from their old Brethren-inflicted wounds onto the floor between them.

“We can’t …” she said, voice breaking. The sound crushed something in Diel too. But it wasn’t him breaking down, succumbing to the Brethren’s evil that still tried to drag them back to hell even years after they’d fled. It was the chain of that part of his past shattering into a cloud of metallic splinters before crashing to the ground, discarded, useless, irretrievable.

“Touch me,” Noa said, a commandment once again, her voice growing in strength along with his own rebuilding will. Diel looked down at the hand over her breast, his scarred fingers cupping the full but soft flesh. And he touched her. He felt her. Felt her body’s heat under his palm, her tight pink nipple under his fingers.

The material of her bra was thin, but it wasn’t the act of seeing her almost naked that was the victory. The victory was in taking pleasure from an act that had been forced upon them and sullied by the Brethren. Diel’s mouth grew dry as Noa’s inhales became stuttered, her eyes fluttering shut as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, and a glorious pink color flooded back into her pale cheeks.

Diel’s hips rolled as Noa’s ground against his hard cock. Like storm clouds clearing, the agony of their tortured pasts was cast out of the room, and it was just the two of them again. Diel and Noa. An accused witch and a fallen angel. Both dark and light, and each needing the touch of the other—destined, split souls matched …

… found.

“Take

readonlinefreenovel.com Copyright 2016 - 2024