Heaven woke up feeling sore all over, but mostly on the lower part of her body. She should have listened to her body last night, but she kept going. The pleasure had been more intense than the pain. She didn't even know how many times she had cried out in pleasure and now her body cried in pain.
Zamiel was sleeping beside her, with his back to her. His bare back was covered in scars that she had caused, and the sheets were stained with blood. She didn't know how to feel about the whole situation with her demon and it taking control. She had learned to control it but now it was much stronger than it was before.
It took complete control over her body and even though she had a great night last night, she still didn't like the idea of losing control entirely. It was scary. And thinking that she was like this when she had her children around made her worry. She had hurt Zamiel last night and still kept going, just thinking of having what her body craved. It was unlike her. freēwēbnovel.com
And this time it wasn't flimsy scars that she inflicted. She had dug deep into his flesh. He had to pin her hands down several times so they could finish before there was a bloodbath. He had also avoided kissing her on the lips, which she wanted him to do but she understood why he did it.
Pushing herself up, she decided to leave him for a short while so he could heal, but just then he turned around.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
His lips and neck were also scarred.
"I thought I would leave for a while so you can heal."
He wrapped his fingers around her arm and pulled her down. "Don't leave," he said.
Heaven moved closer, and he wrapped his arm around her. He kissed her hair and she buried her face in his chest, smelling her favorite scent.
"I love you," he whispered.
Heaven was going to respond but felt strange saying she loved him too, as if she had never said it before. She searched in her mind for a memory where she told him those words but found nothing. Unwilling to give up, she searched again, feeling nauseated because of how anxious she was of not finding anything.
All her past memories were diffuse. She could see vague images without voices and the feelings attached to them.
Her first kiss, her wedding, the birth of her children, it was all a mess inside her head. It wasn't twenty or thirty years ago that she got married. It had only been seven years. That is yesterday in a demon's life.
Her heart shrunk in her chest. She wanted her memories back. Those precious moments should never be forgotten. Turning into a demon should have intensified her already existing personality, but she felt like a different person in a different world.
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Zamiel could feel Heaven shrinking in his arms and eventually she pulled away from him. "I'll get dressed and see Nadine and Eugene." She said and left the bed without saying I love you back.
Since she woke up as a demon, she looked troubled and confused. He didn't know what the change meant for her, but he thought that she could be grieving the loss of her human side and feeling strange being a demon. Her surroundings must feel different with her new senses, more different from what Lucian or Zarin experienced since she had been less demon than them.
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