The more I think about what Leandre told me, the more I get anxious. What he said is true. All of it. No matter how many times I look at it at a different angle, the fact that he's a demon and I'm an angel (well, an angel who was stripped off his powers by his own father – no grudge though. I'm not even sure if I feel that type of emotion). The point is, we're still enemies by nature. You know what I'm saying? But the truth is, I'm not even sure if I'm ready to give Slate up. I'm not even sure if I can ever let him go. Letting him go means taking some piece of me, and without it, I'd be incomplete and just nothing. My best friend is correct. Slate has been part of me in more than ways I could never imagine. He has been part of my life. And it's beautiful. And... and... I can't let him go. I can't give Slate up.

"Hey, love, what's wrong?" Slate asks groggily as he props himself up with his elbow, rubbing his one eye as he gives me an adorable smile. Though if I tell him that, I know that he'd frown on me. So I keep my mouth shut and smile back.

Apparently he insisted on sleeping in the same room as me. The Great Alpha had prepared a room for me and Slate but he argued with the Great Alpha. In the end, he got it because this demon wasn't backing down. I know that Slate could take the Great Alpha, but I'd be lying if it's going to be easy. The Great Alpha is the strongest werewolf ever and he wasn't assigned as the Great Alpha for nothing. So I think it would be.... Slate? Slate would be the winner? Darn, I'm being biased here. The Great Alpha could probably kill Slate, considering his great strength. But the fight would be hard, and I'm talking about explosions, blood everywhere, wrecking battlefield kind of war. Slate could probably put up a fight. So with a deep sigh, the Great Alpha agreed. Of course it was with the help of his mate, Kieran, who is a guy. So pretty much everyone around here is gay. Even the Great Alpha's Beta, Perry. His mate's name is Dave. And they are all pretty good looking guys. But the most handsome guy I've ever met is my demon. So no argument there. No need. Case closed.

"Just thinking," I tell him. I just don't want him to think that I'm worried. Well, I am worried. But I don't want him to be bugged by it, make it seem too obvious. Knowing Slate, he'd never stop asking me until I open up about what I feel and what has me worried in the middle of the night.

"About?" he presses, scooting closer to me. He leans down and plants a kiss on my bare shoulder. I blush at the action and take a deep breath. Those kisses he keeps giving me, I can't get enough of those.

"A lot of things," is the only thing I can say.

Slate just hums, and I'm glad that he doesn't ask for more details. Right now he's all I need, and I don't care what anyone says. Even my mother or father, or my kind. I just like being with Slate. When I'm with him, I feel happiness, contentment, and love. Is this love? Is this what it feels like? It gives you butterflies right inside your stomach, you think that the world is in his eyes, and everything about him just makes you proud. You can let anyone take everything away from you except him, and before they can take them, you know you'd risk your life just to have him, to make him stay by your side. Because that's what I feel. I feel like I can fight anyone just to be with him. I feel like I can take anyone just to fight for what's mine. I feel like screaming my feelings for him. And I know, without a doubt, that I would do whatever it takes just to be with him forever and ever.

Reaching out to him, I lay him back down, lean down, and plant a kiss on his lips. This must have shocked him because he knows that I barely make the first move. His lips are not moving, and when I stare into his eyes, they are widened. I want to let him know that I can do things, that I can make the first move, that I want him so bad it hurts.

After a few moments, Slate begins kissing me back, his arm circling my waist as the other one grabs my face. We kiss passionately. His lips are so soft, so gentle, and I wonder if it deserves my lips to be molded against his. I place my hands on his bare chest, then I begin to trail my fingers across his rock-hard abs. I love the smoothness of his skin and it makes me wonder how he takes care of it. Slate tugs and nibbles on my lower lip, which makes me release a guttural sound. Good Lord, I want that so much. He pushes me closer to him, closing the gap between us, then turns us around. So he's on top of me and I'm beneath him. His lips begin to make its way across my jaw to my neck, putting butterfly kisses across the way. His hands are everywhere on my body, sending me on fire.

Gasps, groans, and growls fill up the room and I'm so glad that the room we are in is a bit far away from the others so I don't have to worry about anyone hearing the sounds we make in this tiny little room that is just perfect for the both of us.

Tugging the hem of my tank top, the one that Leandre lent me to wear, Slate helps me take it off and once it has been removed from me, his eyes glow red as he stares heavily at my body. His lips are in a thin line, and he runs his tongue across his bottom lip. I take a sharp breath. His red eyes, they are so beautiful, they are so perfect. Slowly his fingers trail every part of my body until he gets to the button of my pants. I flush, looking away as he begins to unbutton my pants.

There are no doubts, no second thoughts. That means I really like this, what's unfolding between us. Slate leans down and captures my lips in a heated kiss as he successfully unbuttons my pants, freeing me from one of my miseries. Slate bites my bottom lip, making me gasp, and as soon as my mouth opens, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, tracing and feeling every corner of it, which I love. His tongue finds mine and for a moment, they clash together, but I know I'm not going to win. It just... I know it drives him crazy, and I want him to make him feel crazy about this. About what I can do. As expected, Slate lets out a deep growl and completely ravishes my lips, then he goes on to my Adam's apple until he gets into my hard bud nipple. He sucks on it and his fingers fumble the other one, twirling and tugging it, making me arch my back.

"Tell me what you need, love," he whispers seductively right in my right ear after he's done sucking my nipple. "Tell me what you need and I'll give it."

There is no hesitation, there is no other answer. There is only one. "You. I want you. So bad." I whimper, wrapping my arms around him and he begins kissing me again. "I want you so bad it hurts. I want you so bad that it makes me crazy."

"You're doing the same thing to me, love," is all he says before he takes off my underwear.

Creating a friction between our hot and hard members, he begins to move his hips against mine and every time he does so, I let out a pleasurable sound, which satisfies him. I rock back, wanting to feel more and more. I know that I'm playing with fire, and I want to be burned by it. I want to be consumed by the flames. I groan out loud when he grabs a hold of me and begins to move his hand up and down. I open my mouth but no sound comes out. Slate watches me as he pleasures me, and in one swift move, like literally one swift move, he's already in his birthday suit. Seeing him naked is definitely a sight, a nice view, but that doesn't stop me from blushing hard.

He grabs my leg and places it on his shoulder. "Are you sure you want this?"

Biting my lip, I nod. "Yes," more than you can know, I say inside my head.

Before he puts his member inside me, his fingers make contact with my entrance, making me flinch. To be honest, I anticipate this, and I want to feel him inside of me. I know I sound dirty, but right I don't give a damn. I want him and only him, and I want him now. He slowly enters his index finger inside me, making me gasp in pain and uncomfortableness settles into me. Slate gives me a small smile, and I nod at him, letting him know that I'm okay and I can handle this. He begins to insert another finger and I moan out loud as he hits something inside me. I arch my back and shut my eyes, gripping the sheets of the bed as if my life depends on it. As he penetrates me with his fingers, Slate lowers his head down and sucks the hell out of me, his tongue swirling around the head, teasing and lapping on it. I let out a gurgled sound and my eyes roll at the back of my head.

Soon enough, he's hovering on top of me, his arms placed on either side of my head. His eyes are still glowing red, and I still think that it's still beautiful. I wouldn't change my mind about it. I'm not scared of him anymore. I will never be scared of him. I remember the first time I met him, back in the woods. He took me into his beloved cabin and he was nice enough to offer me shelter, clothes, and food but then I found out that he was a demon. But still, when I met him, I knew that I'd keep seeing this guy, that he'd never leave me alone. And I was right. He didn't leave me. He stuck with me throughout my life as a mere mortal. I was an angel who was sent down here by his father as a punishment and stripped off my powers. But I found him and somehow, I realize that he has been protecting me all along.

Getting out of my trance as he plants a soft kiss on my belly that gives me that butterfly feeling again, he licks my stomach and makes his way towards my neck. And then he's entering me, pushing his hips forward gently. The whole time he's watching me, and I'm not sure what kind of expression I have plastered on. It could be a combination of pain and pleasure expression. I don't know. All I know is that I'm biting my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. Slate leans down and licks the blood off my bottom lip, and I urge him to move forward. He smirks at me, winking and I refuse the urge to roll my eyes.

I let out a shaky breath as he continuous to thrust in and out of me, my arms wrapped tightly around him. Slate buries his face in the crook of my neck as he grunts. A string of curses comes out of his mouth, and to be honest, I find that sexy and hot. God, he really is a bad influence to me. I dare not to stop him. This is so Heaven, so foreign, and I can't get enough of him.

There's a tension building in my lower abdomen. Slate, grabbing my hard member, kisses me hard on the lips and I whimper. I repeat his name as I pant harder, as he pushes deeper into me. I cry out in pleasure when he hits the spot again, the one that makes me want to want more and so far, he keeps hitting it. I claw on his back, resulting him to go harder and faster. The pain is there, but the pleasure is overcoming it. He kisses both of my cheeks and rests his forehead against mine. Grunting, his brows furrow and his thrust becomes faster. I yelp when he bites my earlobe, and that makes Slate grin.

"I'm close," he rasps as he keeps rummaging in and out of me. I shut my eyes. Even if I open my mouth, I doubt that words would come out. I want to say I'm close, too, but I don't trust my voice. Instead I keep whimpering and wanting more. Then, there's it, that moment where all I see is pure white and ecstasy. I let out a scream as my loads shoot, and at the same time, he comes inside me. He lets out a growl and thrusts deep before letting out a sigh. "That was...."

"I don't know," I put in, shaking my head. "It's beyond amazing."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah,"

Chuckling, he rolls to the side and wraps his arms around me, pulling himself out of me. I flinch because the pain is still there. No doubt this morning I will be limping whenever I walk.

"You know, I have come to the realization that..." I begin, smiling as I turn to my side, wincing in pain in the process. Slate tilts his head to the side and waits for me to continue. "I am... deeply, utterly in love with you. I just can't imagine my future without you there, by my side."

Slate gives me a small smile, his eyes have returned to its natural color. "I thought it was impossible for a demon to fall in love, but then you came and you changed everything. I'm... I'm not sure if this is good, or bad. All I know is that I want to be with you, no matter what."

I kiss him on the lips. "I love you so damn much."

"Okay, I admit, I'm a bad influence. Cursing suits you." He winks at me, chuckling. I roll my eyes playfully. "But I love you, too, in Heaven and in Hell."