Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180 - 57

Heaven lay in bed trying to sleep, but her heart was still racing. No matter what she did, she couldn't calm down. Despite having windows open, she still felt hot. Even Gina had heard her wildly beating heart when she came right after Zamiel left.

She had pointed that her cheeks were red, then teased her about doing the forbidden.

"I didn't." Heaven had said. "It was only a kiss."

The most tender kiss, yet it had left her feeling this way. Unable to think of anything else or sleep. After turning back and forth for what seemed like forever, she could finally fall asleep.

But even in her dreams, Zamiel was there to stir up her emotions. He appeared from the shadows and slowly stalked toward her bed. He loomed over her, his silver eyes gleaming with desire. He slowly crawled into her bed, under the covers. Heaven's heart was beating erratically as she felt his icy fingers on her skin. In her dream, he was not holding back and his hands reached every part of her body, igniting flames along the way. When his fingers reached her neck, she saw his fangs glistening in the dark. The sharpness of the tips made her nervous.

Zamiel's lips curved into a wicked smile before he leaned down and buried his fangs in her flesh.

Heaven shot her eyes open with a gasp. She blinked a few times while staring at the ceiling. It was only a dream, yet it had felt so real. Her heart was still beating and her body acting strangely.

She shook her head. These dreams and thoughts were forbidden. She shouldn't dwell on them. Pushing the dream to the back of her mind, she went on to get prepared for the day. Today was the day she would travel to Valish. But then she remembered that she forgot to ask Zamiel if Ilyas came to see her. They had decided to meet at Zamiel's home.

Thinking of going to Zamiel made her heart race again. Something was wrong with her. It wouldn't be the first time she went to his home, so why was she acting like this?

While it was still early in the morning, she had to visit him and see if Ilyas had found any information that could be useful. But if he didn't, what was she supposed to do then?

She shook her head. There was no need to worry about it before knowing for sure.

Heaven teleported herself to Zamiel's home. She was surprised to smell the scent of food and tea as she walked through the halls. When she came to the parlor, she found a maid serving tea. The old woman didn't seem surprised to see her.

"Are you Lady Heaven?" She asked.

Heaven nodded. But who was she? Heaven could tell she was human.

"Lord Zamiel is upstairs." She informed.

"Thank you." Heaven said and made her way upstairs.

She proceeded to Zamiel's room. The door was open, so she peeked inside. He was nowhere to be seen. Heaven walked in and looked around. Her gaze fell on his bed and her dreams from last night came back to mind. The way he had touched her and she let him. She had even enjoyed it.

Admitting that to herself made her cheeks burn, and she turned around hastily to leave but walked right into his arms. A gasp left her lips.

Zamiel wrapped his strong arms around her and smiled. "Good morning."

Heaven stiffened. Her heart stopped as she found his face close to hers. She could tell that he just bathed by his fresh scent and his wet hair. A few wet strands hung over his face and few water drops dripped from them. Heaven looked at his thick wet lashes, then his smoldering silver eyes, then his... lips.

Suddenly she felt lightheaded. Why?

Zamiel chuckled, "you need to breathe." He told her.

Yes, she wasn't breathing. That's why.

She let out a deep breath and pushed herself away from his arms. How could she think clearly otherwise?

Zamiel narrowed his gaze, probably wondering why she was acting strange.

Heaven cleared her throat. "Good morning." She said.

He ran his fingers through his hair to remove the wet strands from his face, before looking at her again. The gesture made her heart skip a beat. "Did you sleep well?" He asked.

Heaven remembered her dream again and her cheeks flushed. She turned away so he couldn't see her and walked to the window, pretending to look outside, "yes. What about you?" She asked.

Suddenly he was right behind her. "I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about you." He said, his voice feeling like a soft caress on her back. Her eyes darted nervously as she felt him come even closer.

Heaven stood still. She didn't know how to reply to that.

"Heaven."

She closed her eyes as he called her name. He was hypnotizing her, and she couldn't resist. She turned to him, her body obeying him more than her. She told herself to not look into his eyes, but he grabbed her chin and turned her head up. Now, it was too late. She was already gazing into them.

"Why do I feel that you are running away from me now?" He asked.

Yes. Why was she running away? Was she so scared of herself? Even now she took a step back, but the wall behind her stopped her from going any further.

"I-I don't want to torture you." She said but truth was, he was the one torturing her.