The vision before him was the hottest dream he'd ever had, Ramiel thought, as he glanced up at the Fallen straddled across his hips. The dim lighting illuminated her figure, and he swore he saw wings rising from her back. He knew it was a shadow, cast from the overhead light, but it gave him a glimpse of how mighty she was as an angel. He’d told himself repeatedly that she was repulsive because of her horns and demonic status, but he was dead wrong. She was a stunning creature of unparalleled beauty.

It helped that Kara had a rack that overflowed his hands and a hot core dripping with her arousal for him. Ramiel shut his eyes as her Darkness knocked at the door to his mind. He opened it just enough to let her in but kept a barrier around his heart. No one was sneaking their way into that dead organ ever again.

Pushing aside those buried feelings, he focused on their primal attraction. Rami was a mindless beast, gripping her hips and moving her so that her channel rubbed over his aching shaft. Even though his release eased the pent-up lust, his craving for her only intensified. The hunger and ache were all-encompassing, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

He shifted his hips, poising his shaft at her entrance. Pausing the movement was near impossible, but he loved her aggression in the bedroom. His inner voice laughed and reminded him he only thought he knew how to please Elsie. His lack of experience coupled with his reserved nature held him back as much as his eagerness for her to take control. He knew nothing killed a mood faster than a bumbling cock.

She needed to act fast because he longed to thrust deep inside her and put the rest of the world on hold for a few blessed hours. It was amazing how quickly he was losing the identity he’d worked hard to develop. What an idiot he was for assuming he’d come out of this encounter unscathed. There was no way to remain the same if he allowed this woman and her darkness inside.

His hands traveled up her sides and skimmed her abdomen before he cupped her breasts. She swallowed his growl when her mouth smashed into his. The only thing soft about the kiss was her lips, and it made his cock jump in anticipation.

“We will be fully bonded after this, right?” he asked, needing to put an end to the intimacy. The walls around his heart were rattling like he was a teenage boy, falling in love for the first time, and he couldn’t have that.

“Hmmm. I’m not sure. It may take more,” Kara purred above Rami.

More fucking? Sign me up shouted his dick while his mind rejected the notion. His chest ached and oddly enough, rage built beneath it all.

“Do what you need to complete this bond. I’m as open as I can get,” Rami murmured, tweaking her pert nipple. His large palm grasped her entire breast and squeezed as he spread his fingers wide.

“Tell you what, Virgin. I’ll complete the bond with this coupling, but I need more from this arrangement. I’m a sexual being, and the trip to the Underworld will be long. You’re going to fuck me in exchange for helping you,” she muttered as she arched her back, shoving more of her breast into his hands.

She was manipulating him, and it should’ve made him mad, but he wasn’t. “Deal,” he replied with a smile. “But, I’m not leaving my defenses down.”

“You’d be killed within minutes if you did,” she said, stealing any reply by once again claiming his mouth. Her hips, however, stilled and added to his frustration. The heat of her core scalded and teased his cock.

She ran her fingers over the feathers of his wings, and he recalled the overwhelming pleasure when they’d snuck under the skin at the base of his wings. No one told him that they were erogenous zones. That tidbit of info should be in the intro speech they gave to new angels. He might not have lost a nut when she’d fondled him there if he’d known. Now that he’d had a taste, he wasn’t going back to his life of celibacy.

He squeezed her flesh one last time before he lifted his head and took a nipple into his mouth. Her back arched further and she groaned her pleasure as he sucked hard then licked the pebbled area. Zakara cried out, close to the edge of release.

Needing to bury his shaft balls-deep inside her core, and wanting to ensure she was ready for him, Rami's hand slid between her slick folds. She moaned when he went directly to her clit, teasing it. “So wet and ready,” he murmured against her nipple.

“Fuck yes,” she nodded frantically. The scent of her arousal permeated the air. She was more than ready for Rami.

“I’d better make sure,” he teased as he thrust one finger into her core. His balls drew up tight when her muscles instantly clenched around the digit.

“More,” she panted and pulled his hand out of her body. She whimpered, despite the fact she was the one who stopped his manipulations. “I’m going to ride you until you go cross-eyed, Virgin.”

“Please,” he begged. He sounded pathetic, but he didn’t give a fuck. His balls were turning blue from the buildup.

Spreading her legs wide, she nestled his cock and started to rub wantonly, bringing them both to the edge. “I want to taste you next time. I’d do it now, but my need is too high,” he admitted.

“I can’t wait for you to bury your face between my legs, but right now I need this big cock of yours,” she groaned as she tilted her hips then stopped, hovering over the tip of his shaft.

He lost all reason as she slowly impaled herself on him. His gaze was transfixed on her female flesh as he disappeared between her damp folds. Zakara molded around him like a hot, wet glove.

“Mmm, my Virgin likes to watch. So naughty,” she murmured as she kept her slow pace.

Rami was tempted to take over and slam into her, but he waited. What she was doing felt too fucking good to hurry the process. He didn’t want to be dubbed Minute Man. Virgin was bad enough. She lifted until only the tip remained inside and paused. His gaze traveled from where they joined, and to her eyes. He felt when the bond solidified in a twisted strand of silver and black. Desire, hot and hard, claimed them in that instant.

Never breaking eye contact, she began to move at a rapid pace. He lifted his hips and met hers on her downward strokes, thrusting deep inside her womb. Her eyes widened, but he didn’t slow or pause. He was too far gone. His climax was rapidly approaching, and he needed to stave it off until she reached her peak. Biting his tongue, he pinched and pulled one nipple while his other hand teased her wing stubs.

Her hands ran up his chest and dug into his shoulders. The bite of her nails made every nerve come alive. Passion possessed him as he rammed into her core over and over. His desire for Zakara was too much, and it terrified and thrilled him. If he weren’t careful, he would lose himself completely. And, that was something he couldn’t allow.

* * *

Zakara was in the clouds. It had been thousands of years since she’d been in Heaven, and yet sex with Ramiel took her there again. The pleasure enhanced her senses as his Light invaded every nook and cranny. It was bright enough to obliterate her darkness. If she weren’t so twisted, that was.

She had fucked numerous beings in her existence, but never once opened herself to any of them. She didn’t know how Rami kept his heart sealed off from her. When Kara made herself vulnerable to the bond, she couldn’t shield any part of her soul, despite her best efforts. In the end, it hadn’t mattered because Ramiel wasn’t barreling his way in and trying to reform her.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled her small abode. Sex had never been like this for her and she wanted to take it slow and make it last, but the second he pushed inside her eager body, she lost all control and began slamming down onto his shaft with single-minded purpose.

Her Darkness twined with his Light and she stoked the bond they formed. She wasn’t taking any chances with his safety. She might be a Fallen Angel, but she wasn’t a complete monster and couldn’t abide his elimination from existence. A significant benefit to fucking the angel was that her energy signature was changing, thanks to their connection. Perhaps they’d live through this experience, after all.

That hope added to the pleasure, and she writhed on top of him. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight. Her legs went around his waist and crossed at the ankles. When his mouth bit down on her nipple, she climaxed on the spot. It wasn’t the full explosion she felt building, but small sparklers going off in her core. She liked a little pain with her sex and her Virgin surprised her with his vigor. Her inner muscles clamped down on him, while he continued to surge in and out of her body.

Grabbing his cheeks between her palms, she lifted his head and claimed his lips in a passionate kiss. The groan that left his throat was pure male bliss. A twist of her hips changed the angle enough that his shaft rubbed her clit on every downward stroke. It made her buck and cried out. Ramiel was in tune with her needs and didn’t hesitate to reach between their bodies and strum her clit.

Not only was Ramiel dedicated, but he was also stubborn and refused to accept defeat. His confidence and fearlessness as he returned to her, again and again, were the only reason she agreed to help him. And damn if she wasn’t happy about that decision.

Her body reacted wildly to him, inflaming her to new levels. She wanted to hide how crazed she was, but her hands clawed at his flesh, and she attacked his mouth. He broke their kiss and shouted her name when she tickled the base of his wings. Her desperation refused to give him time to catch his breath, and she latched onto his nipple.

“Kara, cum with me,” Rami demanded and pinched her clit, sending her over the edge as her orgasm barreled through like wildfire. The way Rami stiffened before she felt the rhythmic pulse and spill of hot seed told her he joined her in climaxing.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll be ready to go again,” she muttered as her head fell onto his shoulder. Utter perfection, she thought.

* * *

“Did the sex work?” Ramiel asked, wondering if what they’d done would get him into Hell. It should, he thought as his skin cooled and his heart pounded in his chest. The act was undoubtedly sinful enough to earn him a place in the Underworld. Although, he didn’t regret it for one second.

“Do you feel me?” Kara mumbled against his chest. He ran his hands up and down her back, avoiding her scars. The last thing Rami wanted to do was get her started again. As much as he wanted to spend hours in her bed, an urgency to get to Izzy rode him hard.

Considering her question, he closed his eyes and focused internally. It wasn’t something he did very often. His mind was an ugly place full of bitter anger ever since Elsie came back into his life, but now, there in the background was Zakara.

The intimacy of seeing her there stole his breath and made him jump to his feet. Feeling eyes on his bare ass, he fought the urge to cover his nudity with his wings. He’d never felt so exposed, and it was highly disconcerting that it had nothing to do with his body.

His pants were in his hands in the next second. As he stuffed his legs into the holes, he responded, “Yeah. You’re there. What now?”

“Dinner,” she replied.

Whirling around, he pinned her in place with his glare. Zakara sat on her flower-covered quilt stark naked with her hands lying on her crossed legs. Her head cocked, and she watched him with calm reserve.

“If you can respond to me without throwing up or shaking then the connection isn’t ready. So, I want to eat. Besides, once we get to Hell, there won’t be any food. Now, we can both survive without food for extended periods of time so that we won’t die, but I don’t want to start the journey peckish,” she informed him before she stood up and turned her back on him.

She was tall. Well, taller than Elsie, and her height made her look like a willow. She was all sleek lines and sexy curves. Rami eyed her firm ass, and his cock hardened in his pants. Not again, asshole. We have a job to do, so get with the program, Rami mentally chastised his dick. Sure, he thought about sex all the time, but this was taking things to a whole new, ridiculous level.

“What do you mean I should be throwing up?” he responded, trying to will his arousal away.

“You’re an angel, and I’m a Fallen. We are opposites. There are things my darkness brings that you can’t even fathom,” she told him while she slipped on her leggings and top. “You’re keeping Hell out, and that means we aren’t connected enough to get you across the veil.”

Shit,” he cursed and tugged at his earlobe as he followed her back to her kitchen. Lowering himself onto a stool at an island, he was suddenly exhausted. Life had become one battle after another, and the sex was the first pleasure he’d experienced in years. Being an angel shouldn’t be so fucking complicated.

Before he could say he was sorry, images slammed into him, along with malicious intent. It was similar to what he experienced the first time he’d gone to Seven Lively Sinz, except magnified a billion times.

His hands went to the sides of his head as pain and suffering bombarded him. Women being burned over and over while men were turned into trees to feed hellhounds were the best of what he saw in his mind. The endless parade of torture accompanied by the sexual arousal of evil creatures had his stomach churning to the point he ran to the sink and gagged.

“Ah, I see you’re enlightened. I’d tell you it will pass, but that’s a lie,” Zakara replied as she pulled out lunchmeats and cheese. A loaf of bread followed, and she laid out eight slices to make sandwiches.

“Wha…what do I do?” he asked as he swallowed saliva and fought the urge to vomit.

“You gird yourself to the plight of the suffering and shove the noise to the back of your mind. Think of yourself and Izzy right now. It will be far worse when you get to the Underworld. You will need to forget everything else but your mission,” Zakara advised as she layered the meats and cheeses on the bread.

Ramiel thought he’d experienced pain and longing when he lost Elsie, but what these souls were going through made his situation seem like a walk in the park. So what if he was killed and lost his wife? When he died, his destination was Heaven where he was given wings and a choice to help others. He had a purpose now despite his suffering his existence was meaningful and relatively pain-free. Through the bond to Kara, he sensed the souls in Hell were stripped down and tormented beyond belief.

Using the same methods he had with thoughts of Elsie, he set up a corner of his mind and imagined a soundproof recording studio and shoved them inside. He finally caught his breath after he mentally shut the door, and the noise dimmed.

“I don’t know how you function as well as you do, Salsa. Thank you.”

“Being narcissistic makes it easier,” she deflected. “And, before you ask. I’m good. Your energy doesn’t cripple me. I never thought I’d be grateful for my previous time in Heaven. Now eat up. We’ve got to find a ghost,” Kara said as she took a bite and chewed.

“Ghost?! Why couldn’t we need a giant man-eating Velociraptor? Something I can kill with my flaming sword,” Rami complained.

“Don’t pout, Virgin. I promise to let you use your sword on me,” Kara replied with a saucy wink, making him laugh. He wasn’t looking forward to traveling to the Underworld, but he was excited to spend more time with the sexy Fallen.