I screamed at Patch with everything inside me. I wanted him so badly, yet he was able to refuse me so easily, why?

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I questioned him with anger.

"Yes, I want it, Angel, but not like this, you're not yourself." he was holding my arms behind my back, sitting us on the floor as he tried to calm me, completely restraining me from any movement.

"Patch." I started.

For the past couple days, I wanted nothing but Patch and I knew it wasn't the real me, that wasn't any new news. But I had never wanted him like this before. I had wanted him to take me slowly, sweetly and with love; but now, I just wanted him inside me, making me scream with bliss. What was happening to me?

"Nora, stop, or I'll lock you in the bed room." he warned.

I smiled, looking back at him over my shoulder, "What are you going to do to me? Punish me? Teach me a lesson?" I said with a purr.

He didn't flinch, just kept the stern look on his face, "Nora, I won't do this. Scott is still out there, you know that, he's just toying with you."

"Not in the way I wish you'd toy with me, I bet you'd be really good at it." I licked my lips sensually.

He just shook his head, "You know what's going on, Nora. You need to try to fight it. This isn't you." his grip tightened on my wrists as I tried to break free again.

"Why don't you grab some handcuffs, then we can have some real fun." I laughed.

He sighed, "Try to remember what I told you last night."

"You said you wanted me, I remember that part."

"About what Scott put inside you, you have to remember."

My memories took me back. He said Scott had put sin inside me, somehow.

"Devil craft…" I muttered.

I felt him nod, "That's right."

"Lust, you told me he put the sin of lust inside me, using devil craft."

"Good, Angel, can I let you go now? Are you yourself, again?"

I nodded.

His grip released me slowly and I turned to face him, his clothes covering any shape I had.

Jumping on him was something he expected, but jumping behind him was something he would have thought foolish of me. Ever since Scott had taken me, I was more advanced somehow; my senses were altered and I became stronger.

I jumped behind him and knocked his cap off, pouncing on his back to knock him down to the floor.

"Now this is more like it." I laughed.

"Nora, stop." he was able to turn over and face me.

"No," I said simply. My fingers darted to his slim black jeans, those damn jeans that always covered the good stuff. I was able to easily undo the button and slide the zipper down. "You shouldn't have let me go."

"Nora, try to remember what we just talked about, this isn't you, you know this isn't right, please try to fight it." he was trying to control himself, to not take over the situation.

"You know these jeans always were annoying." I said as I pushed them down quickly past his knees.

I gasped at the mere sight of him when he wasn't even turned on.

"Nora." he warned with a hiss.

I bit my bottom lip as I started to bend down slowly, "It's too bad you haven't noticed that I've become a little stronger than your everyday human." I mused as I slid his briefs down to barely pass his member.

"Nora, stop!" he yelled, trying to squirm free.

Shaking my head, I took him in my mouth, slowly past my lips and darted my tongue out. I heard his hiss as I started to suck him slowly, my tongue swirling around the tip of him.

Nora, I mean it, this has to stop, before it's too late, please

"Say please again." I mumbled as I released him for a moment.

"Nora!"

He slipped into my mouth again, his shaft becoming harder with every lick I generously gave.

"Damn it." he cursed.

His hips started to thrust with my mouth, his breath becoming gasps.

Please stop, Angel, this isn't right

I didn't say anything; I was enjoying it too much. He was at least nine inches; I should have known he was well endowed. Damn he tasted good.

My head struck the cold floor then and I realized he was leaning over me, anger running deep in his eyes.

"I said stop." he whispered.

"But you don't want me to stop, not really." I smiled.

He shook his head, bringing his mouth down to mine to kiss me angrily, "I need your help with this one, Nora. I can't do it alone. I need you to meet me half way."

"I'll meet you half way when you start to give me what I want."

He just waited there for a moment, thinking until he finally broke.

His hands were on my hips a moment later, quickly pushing them down as my arms went around his neck bringing his mouth to mine. Our clothes were thrown into a corner in the room, our breathing heavy.

One of his hands came up to roughly kneed my breast, making me arch into his grip. I brought my hand down to his thick member, starting to slowly pump him to make him want me that much more, until he shook his head, "I want to taste you first, Nora." his voice was husky.

He started to pull away, heading south until he stopped between my legs, his mouth first kissing my slick folds, then allowing his tongue to dart out and play with my swollen nub.

"Patch." I gasped as his mouth made me approach my climax.

His hands went to my hips as I thrust with the rhythm of his lips; I let out a sharp squeal as his teeth gently bit down, then harder the second time.

"Patch, please, please I need you." I moaned.

He brought his head up to mine, kissing me furiously again, allowing me to taste myself.

His hands started to re position my legs as I felt him inch closer, closer… his tip was just past my heat and I squirmed with impatience.

He looked at me for another moment and pushed through with a harsh thrust.

But then he stopped.

"Why are you stopping?" I whined.

"Nora… I can feel you." he whispered as he pulled all the way out and stood, taking a few steps back.

"Oh God, what have I done?" he questioned.

"Where are you going? Come back." I sat up with my legs still open for him.

He shook his head, "Don't you get it, Nora? I can feel, I felt how tight you are," he walked into his room and I grabbed his shirt, tossing it on my shoulders as I followed him.

"What the hell are you doing?" I questioned.

He was rummaging through his drawers, still completely nude.

He pulled out what looked to be a pocket knife… and I was taken aback… back to when Scott threatened me and used me.

"Oh no…" I fell against the wall, sliding down, suddenly feeling nauseous.

I saw Patch prick his finger, then a scowl crossed his features. He cut his palm, "Damn." he muttered.

He couldn't feel anymore, but he did, even if it was just for a moment. I started to think, why would they give him the ability to feel, then take it away so quickly?

"They were trying to stop us…" I whispered.

He walked over with a look of worry, "Are you alright?" he asked kneeling down to my level.

I shook my head, "I don't feel good."

He picked me up and placed me gently on the bed as he rummaged through his dresser, pulling on a pair of briefs, "What happened?"

"When you took the knife out…"

He climbed on to the bed with me and brought me close to him, allowing me to lay with my head on his chest again.

"We're in a lot of trouble." he said quietly.

"Why?"

"Because of what we did, we broke the rules."

"What do you mean?" I questioned, sitting up so I could see his face.

He sighed, "What we just did in there wasn't an act of love, but of sin. Even though I am technically a Fallen Angel, I'm still your guardian and I wasn't protecting you… I should have been stronger; I should have resisted."

"But I forced you."

"It doesn't matter; I'm supposed to be the strong one that can always overcome temptation, at least when it's a temptation of sin."

"But… I don't understand… what just happened?"

"We lost control; I lost control. I gave in when I should have resisted. That's why they gave me my ability to feel again, they snapped me out of the moment so I could realize what was going on."

"But why at that moment? Why didn't they do it sooner?"

"They were testing me… I failed."

"What's going to happen?" I asked, scared.

"I'll have to prove myself worthy of being your guardian angel, again, before they reassign me. I can't lose control anymore." he looked up at the ceiling with a blank stare on his face.

"How can I keep from giving in? How much longer do I have to be like this?"

"I don't know, Angel, but for now, I think its best we're not around each other too much, it may be easier that way."

I clung to him then, "Please don't leave me, Patch, I can't do this without you." I started to feel the tears threaten to slide down.

He sighed and thought for a moment, then took my hand, "Angel, you and I need to work together on this one, it won't work with one of us fighting to stay together while the other wants to do nothing but…" his words trailed off.

"Fuck you?" I said quietly, feeling myself blush. I hated that it was the truth.

But I felt him laugh at the comment, "Yes. We need to fight together on this one, if it happens one more time, I fear they'll take me away from you forever and I can't be without you, Angel. I need you here with me. Promise me you'll fight with me, and won't let Scott win?"

I looked into his black eyes and saw nothing but worry for me, for us, for everything we had fought so hard for.

"I promise."

"It'll be hard, you know that, right? Today was just the beginning of what Scott started and it will only get worse from this point. I don't know how long it will last, but it may last a couple weeks."

How was I supposed to resist him for a couple of weeks? I had just had a mere taste of what he was like intimately and I wanted nothing but more… but I had to fight, even if it killed me, which it would, most likely.

I nodded, understanding, "If you'll help me to fight it, I'll never give in again."

"You swear?" he questioned, pulling me closer.

"I swear." I brought his mouth closer to mine, kissing him gently, letting him know that I was fully aware of what was happening and that it was really me he was speaking to, not my horny alter ego.

I pulled back and looked at him with hope, knowing that we would be okay.

"I'll have to heal you again." he said.

"Why?"

"Angels can only sleep with someone out of love. While we may love each other, the thing that made us give in was the exact opposite of love. If we want to remain together, I'll have to heal you again so that when the time is right, they may allow us to try again."

"Okay." I said quietly.

"It will hurt." he warned.

I gripped his hand, "Do it, and don't let me let go."

He nodded as he pushed me backwards and I fell to the sheets, his hand finding my stomach and went a little lower, until he pushed with all his strength again against my skin.

I let out a scream and I saw him flinch. My free hand went to the black sheets, gripping and pulling them as I thrashed against him.

"Patch." I cried out.

"I know Angel, I'm so sorry." he whispered as he placed his chin in the crook my neck and started to leave feathery light kisses.

His hand pushed even harder, it felt like he was actually going inside me to rearrange my insides and put something back.

I cried out again and he brought his lips to mine, trying to take away the pain. But it was too much, my mouth screamed out even with his lips against mine.

"No, I can't." I screamed.

"Yes you can Angel, it's almost over." he gave one final push than held me tightly as the pain started to sub side.

"I'm so sorry." he whispered against my neck, holding me against his broad chest.

"No more." I whimpered.

"No more." he agreed.

He pulled away a few moments later and cupped my face with one hand, "Are you alright?" he asked sweetly.

I nodded, the pain almost completely gone and pressed my lips to his once, trying to control the urge to kiss him passionately.

His other hand went to the small of my back and brought me closer to him and I tried to pull away.

"Patch." I tried to warn.

"It'll be okay, Angel, I'm in control." he promised as he turned me over and brought me down to the fluffy pillows and started to mold his lips to mine. His hand went to my hip; bringing it up to thrust against him.

"Patch, I can't. I want you so bad." I moaned.

"Trust me." he whispered as his mouth then went to my neck, biting and nibbling while his other hand went to between my legs.

"Patch, what are you doing?" I gasped.

"Just relax."

"But—"

"It's alright, Angel."

His fingers were so close to my heat, he was somehow able to control himself, he simply played his fingers on the most sensitive part of my thigh, making me squirm beneath him.

I shook my head, "I can't Patch, really, please no more, I can't take it."

He pulled away slowly and smiled, kissing my forehead, "Good."

"What?"

"You're in control." he brought me against his chest again, pulling the sheets up to cover us as we lay down to fall asleep.

"Angel." he said quietly.

I looked up at him in answer.

"Remember your promise, remember what's supposed to happen, for me?" his hand went to my cheek.

I nodded, "I will."

He kissed me passionately, gently, keeping complete control of the situation as he had promised.

"Sweet dreams, Angel." he whispered.

"You'll be there?" I asked.

"Of course." he smiled as his head fell gently against mine.

I smiled back, even though he couldn't see it, unable to wait for my dreams to come so Patch and I could do anything we wanted since the Archangels couldn't see us or know anything that happened in my dreams.

But for the first time, Patch was wrong.