House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1) novel Chapter 88

The words echoed through her, the possibility of it being her was none. She had not danced with him, or known him enough to have sparked such emotion through him.

“I have seen demons and I have seen Angels, Nikolai, and you stand by far the fairest of them all.”

His jaws tightened, Clare could see the history and loss that layered behind his eyes, and all that sorrow, that came with it. As she moved closer, he turned his face shadowing his emotions.

“Don’t! You should stay away from me.”

“Nikolai, don’t push me away.”

The night, bringing its darkness in shades of grey, she sat there looking at him, her heart raced. Clare could not believe what her eyes foretold. His eyes changing into lights of red and orange flames, before her very own, burning behind his lashes. Blood red sparks visioning itself, diminishing his once pure inhuman greened eyes, into something dark and heavenly at the same time. Her breath rose, her mind contemplated grasping realities. She kept her gaze strong, clenched to his face.

A symbol of a star appeared from under his skin, on his left temple. Flaming sparks of lava shone through it. He looked at her, she could see the light reflecting parts of his cheekbones, enhancing his flawless skin in the twilight of fire, “Nikolai, your..”

He pierced her vision with a lava glare, flaring his nostrils like the heat burned untimely through his Armored flesh, “I’m a monster, a beast, not so sweet and charming now, am I Love.”

Nikolai stood up daring not to face her. She got up on the tower, her hands shaded with dirt from the roof, walking after him, her bravery showing not one of a human.

Losing her balance she slipped off the top of the Eiffel Tower. Falling, Clare didn’t scream, she welcomed it. The peace and adrenaline of letting go. She was mid-air when appeared in front of her, grabbing her waist, his grip not faltering, as a parachute clutched to her body, lifting her slowly and vanishing into the darkness.

They didn’t go back, instead, they appeared on the Wickery bridge. It was afternoon, the sun still blazing, not yet set, quiet.

He let her go as if he meant to push her, “What were you thinking, are you trying to get yourself killed, you are reckless with your mortality.”

Clare didn’t reply, she couldn’t help staring at him. His eyes blazing like a tamed fire. She touched his face, catching herself and biting her bottom lip, trying hard to control herself. But it was useless, she hadn’t felt this lustful emotion before, she tried to resist the temptation, but it was too hard to contain. Her body wouldn’t let her, she found herself going towards him. Her lips on his, kissing him urgently.

Nikolai responding to her kiss, holding her cheek in his hand, and grabbing her tightly with his open one. She continued kissing him, not taking time to excrete the carbon from her lungs, the urgency of heat pouring between them like it was the only time they would ever get. They kissed like the world was going to collapse separating them for eternity.

He stopped pulling away, his face returning to normal.

“Clare, no, this is wrong, what's the matter with you, your emotions are chaotic, it's your body changing, you need to control yourself.”

Ignoring him, she kissed him again, their mouths perfectly fitting into each other, matching each movement in sync. He grabbed her around her waist, touching the skin under her top. Her breathing louder, more impulsed, she put her hands under his shirt, feeling his back muscles flexing beneath her very touch. The hotness of his body penetrating through her hands, making her feel clammy.