He could not lose. He had to finish this before he became ineffective.
As the assassin struggled to get free, he wrenched his sword out of the demon's neck and brought it around for the final blow. The assassin's sword buried into his thigh just before his head fell from his body.
Lev collapsed on the ground as wave after wave of pain consumed him. Though the healing process had already begun, heat built around his wounds, both internally and externally. Fire consumed him, causing his stomach to lurch.
Through the pain he grasped the demon's sword and wrenched it out of his flesh.
Unable to support himself, he fell on top of the demon as a black void settled around him.
Asmodeus smoothed a long, black lock of Brianna's hair from her face. He lay on his side, Brianna curled into his chest. Her breathing was shallow, her mouth slightly open as she slept. The light from the morning sun filtered through her curtains and fell across the bed.
Knowing full well he should be out finding Leviathan, he couldn't find the willpower to leave her side. The awareness of the trust she gave him settled into his soul. After everything that had transpired between them in the last few days, he would have never imagined a bond being formed. For the thousandth time he didn't feel he deserved this reprieve.
There would be hell to pay for his actions—literally. He couldn't fathom why he had done the unthinkable, but he wouldn't change a second of it either. As Naberius would say, he'd done fucked up.
He'd also thought of asking her to summon Leviathan, but he didn't want her involved if he could help it. He wanted to keep her safe. No man, demon or not, would take her from him.
She snuggled closer to him, murmuring something intelligible, then stilled with a small sigh as her palm came to rest on his chest.
He put his hand over hers, watched as her eyes fluttered open. Her hair fanned out on the pillow and over his arm, her eyes heavy with sleep.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes upon.
"Good morning." He leaned down and lightly kissed her lips. She responded by slipping her leg between his and wrapping an arm around his waist.
"What time is it?" Her voice was hoarse. Deep and erotic.
"After ten." He ran his hand down her back, cupped her ass and pulled her closer. His erection settled between her legs and she moved against him.
"Someone's up," she said, pushing at his shoulders to turn him onto his back. She crawled on top of him and started kissing his neck.
He felt content just running his hands up and down her back, feeling the dip at her waist, rounding to full hips. He held onto her hips, his own rising to tease her as he rubbed himself against her.
"Mmmm, that feels good."
He lifted her hips just enough to slip inside, watching her face as he did so. Her brows came together as though she were in pain.
"Did I hurt you?" He started to withdraw.
"No. No, you didn't. It feels…so…good." She began to move against him, sliding up and down his erection.
They took their time, making love slowly, languishing in the feel of their bodies coming together. Sunlight streaked the room, the scent of the candles from the previous evening wafting in the air. How he had come from the Abyss, only to land in Heaven, he would never know.
As she rode him she made the most erotic sounds he had ever heard. His orgasm edged close, and he gritted his teeth, holding back until he made sure she was pleasured first.
She leaned back, her breasts thrusting out as she rocked back and forth. He brought both his hands to them, pinching her nipples between his fingers. She moaned, quickening her pace, leaning forward so her clit would brush against his pelvis. He let her control their pace, intoxicated with the erotic vision she created as she fucked him.
Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, her lips were parted, and her eyes were slightly closed. With her face flushed, her body perfect, he had trouble figuring out why she would want to be with him.
"Asmodeus…"
He let go of her breasts, grabbed her ass and plunged himself deep inside her as she came.
He waited until her body finished contracting around him, and rolled her onto her back in one fluid movement.
She whimpered, bringing her legs up and over his back, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The position allowed him to go deeper inside her warmth, and her heat enveloped him. He took her slow at first, wanting the sensations to last. When she came again he quickened his pace. When she whispered his name his orgasm came on strong and fast. He held onto her as his world came apart around him, all because of the trust given to him from the petite woman who held onto him just as tight.