I frowned and she ran her heated palms up my bare chest. "When you play with dark magic, Lazarus, you take risks. And Dean may be a mistake, but he's still my mistake to endure."
I looked down into her pretty eyes. "And what am I to you?"
She gave me a sad smile, and I could almost feel my heart breaking.
"You are my angel. My protector. And I love you as such."
I caressed her cheek. "You are more to me than what you think, Imogen."
"I know, my love. But please, don’t fall in love with me, Lazarus. I can only give you a part of me and it may not be the part you want."
It was too late. I had already fallen in love with her. Every deviously seductive piece of her.
"I'll do whatever I please," I murmured against her lips, sweeping her into my arms as I swept my tongue across hers.
Her moan was enough of a response, and I lifted her up against that beam as she slid out my cock and positioned it at her entrance.
Her eyes were fixed on mine, dilating in pleasure as I slid into her wet core. She fucking purred so sweetly for me as I took what I wanted from her.
"God, you fill me so perfectly."
My thrusts caused the beam to shake, the tent vibrating around us as rolling thunder roared over us. Her cries of pleasure filled the air.
She stroked the muscles that bulged along my arms and forearms, her nails gently digging into me. Her legs hung open as I gave her each powerful thrust, forcing her to unravel for me.
"I'm cumming!" She gasped and I fucked her harder, holding her tight as her body shook, shaking in need. My cock spurted milky white seed inside of her, pulsing as she whined into my neck.
After a moment of reprieve, I carried her over to the bed, sliding in behind her and tugging her into my chest.
"You're perfect, my angel." She murmured against my chest, cuddling into my body.
Only I got this side of her, this I knew. Only I got her pure innocence. No power, no demons, just her pleasure and mine. I kissed the top of her head and held her protectively in my arms while the rain lulled us both to sleep.
All seemed at peace, or so we thought. Who could have predicted the evil that had been hiding in the shadows all this time. Watching us with ill intent. Something was coming and if we weren't careful, it would take all our souls.
Chapter8
Imogen
Ilooked over at Jin who was stretching on the mat in the center of his tent.
"What do you think of Lazarus, my Love?"
He continued his stretches as he spoke. "I think he's suffered as much as all of us. Maybe even more."
"How so?"
"He hasn't accepted his fate, yet. He suffers daily with it. The curse weighs on him."
"I'd never hold him or you back. You know that right?"
He stood up and I admired how well those gray sweatpants hung from his hips. The deep indents on his sides looked lickable. The tattoos on his arms and chest stood out on his pale skin.
He stepped up behind me, placing his arms around my shoulder and pressing his cheek to mine."I know you have a good soul, my Goddess. And I know that your magic," he reached out for my hands, entwining our fingers together. "Your magic is dark yet not as evil as others may see it."
"He worries me. You all do."
"Don't dwell on him too much. He'll come around."