Deidre's Death (Day Two - Chapter Four, page 1 of 13)


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Unable to sleep, Deidre paced, trying hard to shake the sensations clouding her head. Her body was on fire, her hands shaking, her thoughts so scattered, she wasn't able to think. All it took was a kiss from Gabriel, and the words that thrilled her.

I'll touch and kiss you whenever I feel like it.

She sighed dreamily then shook her head. She was exhausted but couldn't sleep. She didn't understand how humans could feel so much and still function when she was overwhelmed. She wasn't going to fall under the spell of Gabriel's strong body, his passion, his taste. Her first kiss as a human obliterated any resistance she had to him. He tasted as good as he smelled. Those huge hands had started to explore her body in a way that left her feeling feminine, delicate, and willing to let him take control in a way she never permitted him before.

With a frustrated growl, she threw herself into bed. It was bedtime on her side of the world, but dawn was breaking the sky outside her windows. Her eyes went to the green glow of souls again. The sight dulled her desire. She walked to the French doors.

There had to be millions of lost souls to create that vibrant of a glow. She'd broken the rules from the time-before-time for a chance with Gabriel. What else had she broken to cause Gabriel so much hardship? Lost souls, shut out of the underworld, was the greatest nightmare for Death. The innocent were vulnerable to creatures like Darkyn.

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