Chapter 32: Danny POV

Intimate relations were not talked about except from the pulpit. Sundays were filled with fire and brimstone, hell was waiting for the wayward sinner. Our lives had to be pure and clean.

When I got on the battlefield, I saw men who were pious and prayed, but would go into the whore houses, or take one last peek into the windows of their sweetheart. I imagined it was dirty and ugly to do any of the things the men would talk about briefly. Private was private and that was to be done with the utmost care, not given to anyone.

Needless to say, I was a Human, ex-Reaper, Demon, virgin. I shuddered as Sebastian kissed me, and his hands gripped my sides, my hips, sliding up to my breasts. I shuddered in delight, in longing, feeling instantly safe as I did the same. His kisses both took my breath and gave me the air I was gasping for. If we were about to commit the ultimate sin, I was ready.

I laughed as he kissed my neck and he pulled back, looking at me. "I was thinking about how we would be going to Hell according to everything I was taught."

He snorted and looked at me. "Dear, we are Hell."

I slowly smiled and slide my hands up to his face and kissed him gently. "Shall we burn slowly?"

"Always," he breathed and kissed my neck again. "My dear Daniella, am I your first?" he asked suddenly as he kissed the top of my right breast. I nodded. "My love," he breathed as he went back to kissing my body.

I was panting, heat was rising, and I pulled him closer to me as he licked down the valley of my breasts. I never felt more women, more sure about my sex, about the very act I wanted to do. I bit my lip and sighed. And then there was the heat spreading from below, as if every bit of me was demanding for one single place to be touched, beyond my body, beyond my core, deep inside my heart.

I moved my left leg to squeeze into his hand as Sebastian brushed his fingers over my hips, over my thighs, over my knees, and downwards, and then slowly swept them upwards. Upwards. Upwards. And I gasped as the heat between my legs was suddenly touched. The red eyes of the Demon above me shone and I hoped mine answered. He spread his hands over my leg again and bent and kissed me, his right arm cradling my head as his left once more swept over my opening.

"Daniella," he breathed and kissed me deeply. I reached down past his hips and found his hot rippling core. His ballocks was everything a man or woman wished to receive. He didn't hesitate as he kissed me deeper and my own core seemed to demand his intimate touch more.

There was the changes in how he kissed me, how he moved his hands, and how he looked at me, and I was ready, I was ready to find what this was and why it was so sinful. I arched my back as he pulled away and he chuckled a bit, moving his hands down, moving down, and I knew as my body was on fire, wanting to receive everything he had, I presented myself to him, to the Demon, to the man, to the solid and the unknown being - all of which I was and wasn't and I waited. The fires burning bright in my gaze as he slide in, slowly and stilling, watching me. I reached up and brushed his hair back and held it behind his head for a moment, the sensations building. I let his hair go and followed his thrust, his movements, his lead for a moment, then I demanded, I pulled him down, my breasts hard and sensitive as his chest hit mine, and my legs went around his, pulling him in and panting in his ear.

This was the sin that made maids soiled. This was the sin that made woman mothers. This was pure bliss and the closest to heaven I would be in my eternal life. My eternal life! I laughed - this was my delight to enjoy and give until time ran out and there was nothing left. Nothing would stop us from kissing and bedding each other. Nothing would stop us from taking and receiving this one passionate moment. Many moments. Building and building.

Sebastian shifted again and deepened still, his hands on my legs, and his eyes fixed on mine. A single mission, a single thought: to love me the best way he knew how. To love me until I knew what it meant to be a women in his arms, in only his bed, in his heart even. He was claiming me, as I saw him lose himself to his Demonic needs. He was claiming me as his. And I wanted to claim him back. I wanted to give it all back to him and show that I answered his calling, answered it in equal measure. I pushed him over, tangle of legs and arms and sweat dripping down my breasts and down my back and I took him. I sat on the man below me and basked in the glow that was spreading, his hands spreading over my body, his eyes roaming free, and I presented him every bit as I arched my back and the absolute blinding of passion took me, spreading from my core to my fingertips.

I collapsed on him, so limp and exhilarated, reaching for his lips, and finding his seeking mine, and the simple sounds of the birds chirping outside, and laughter from the Humans below, and the knowledge that we had crossed lines that were set up to keep us in line, apart, together, intimate, and distant, had shattered.

As I closed my eyes and Sebastian kissed me gently, I felt like the women he saw and desired when he walked in and saw me months ago. I felt like the powerful Demon who charged into the battlefield and took her own place among mighty men. I felt like the old me, the scared and worried, Human and Reaper, slowly ebbed away and was replaced with the power I held firmly in my grip, as I pulled Sebastian down to kiss me as we simply laid in each other's arms, the frenzy passed and the calm of simply being together settled around us.