Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

Serenity

Angelo slowly climbed off the bed as he kissed, licked, and scraped his fangs down my trembling leg, his touch leaving a trail of fire on my electrified skin. He stood by the edge of the bed, his eyes locked with mine as he stripped so fast, I barely saw him move. When my gaze finally landed on him, I was left breathless.

I had never seen a naked man before, and Angelo's gloriously bare form sent a sharp rush of heat to my cheeks, spreading down my neck and all across my chest. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I felt torn between the instinct to avert my gaze out of modesty and the overwhelming desire to memorize every detail of his sculpted physique.

Adonis himself could not have been more beautiful, each muscle and sinew a testament to Angelo's raw masculine perfection. A mixture of curiosity, desire, and trepidation coursed through me as I realized this magnificent male specimen, this Herculean figure, was about to become my lover.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry as a fresh wave of nervousness washed over me. How could I possibly compare to the perfection that stood before me? But then Angelo's gaze softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and I saw the adoration and reassurance in his eyes, and any concerns were swept away. He would guide me, cherish me, and worship me, just as he had promised.

As my gaze traveled over the contours of his body, I found myself transfixed by the tattoo that adorned his neck. I had noticed it before, but hadn't realized it swirled down his body, winding its way across his muscular chest and toned abdomen. As my gaze followed the intricate, swirling lines, I swear it looked almost alive, the inked design seeming to dance and shimmer on his skin with each breath he took.

The tattoo featured blood droplets and red roses, blending seamlessly into a vine that appeared to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The colors were so vivid and the lines so crisp, I couldn't help but wonder whether the tattoo had been inked by human hands or by some supernatural force.

The vine of blood droplets and red roses snaked its way down his neck, curling and twisting like a living entity. It continued its path along his chest, the thorny stems and delicate petals standing out in sharp contrast against his pale skin. Lower and lower the vine snaked, until it finally came to a stop just above his navel. There, the blood droplets seemed to pool, forming a small, glistening reservoir that somehow caught the light and drew the eye inexorably toward it.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I studied the tattoo and contemplated the meaning behind it. Was it a symbol of his vampiric nature, a reminder of the blood that sustained him? Or did it hold another, more personal significance, a story waiting to be unraveled?

As if sensing my intense scrutiny, the tattoo seemed to shimmer and dance, the vines undulating softly on his skin. I blinked, unsure if it was a trick of the light or if the tattoo truly possessed a life of its own. A shiver ran down my spine, and I tore my gaze away from the ink, both thrilled and unnerved to take in his entire physique again.

He was a vision of masculine perfection, his body chiseled and defined as if sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Every muscle was honed to perfection, from the broad expanse of his shoulders to the taut planes of his abdomen to strong, powerful thighs. He was a living, breathing embodiment of strength and beauty.

His cock was erect and huge, jutting out proudly from his chiseled hips. I swallowed hard, shock shooting through me as I took in the impressive size of his manhood. A mixture of desire and apprehension swirled within me. How would that possibly fit inside my untried body?

But it was more than just his physical appearance that took my breath away. It was the way he looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire, adoration, and vulnerability. In that moment, I felt that he was baring much more than just his body to me—he was revealing his soul, his very essence.

Angelo clearly sensed my nervousness, for he took a step closer, his hand cupping my cheek with a soft tenderness that belied the raw passion burning in his eyes. "We'll take it slow, beautiful," he murmured soothingly. "I would never harm you. Yes, it will hurt briefly, but then you'll experience pleasure. Trust me to guide you and to show you the heights of pleasure we can reach together."

My heart swelled with jumbled feelings so profound that they almost brought tears to my eyes. I couldn't identify them, but no other man had ever touched that part deep within me that I kept hidden. He spread my trembling thighs apart, his hands gentle but firm, as if he had every right to be there, to claim me as his own. As I lay there, exposed and open for him, I felt a heady cocktail of exhilaration and nervousness coursing through my veins. Slowly, he climbed back up on the bed, his body a solid, comforting presence as he wedged his hips between mine.

I sucked in my breath and braced myself, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The rigid length of his cock pushed against my inner thigh, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. I tried to quell the panic swelling inside me, focusing instead on how much I trusted Angelo.

"Serenity," he rasped, his voice rough with emotion. "My little Nephilim. Look at me."

I met his gaze, seeing in his eyes a reflection of my own desire, tempered by a profound tenderness and understanding. He brushed his thumb across my cheek gently, wiping away a tear that lingered there .

"I've got you," he murmured, his forehead resting against mine. "I'll always be here for you, to protect you, to cherish you. You'll be safe with me, now and forever."

He raised his hips and slowly pushed into me, breaking down the last barrier I possessed. I tensed and sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes squeezing shut as a searing pain shot through me, momentarily overshadowing everything else. My body stretched wide, straining to accommodate his substantial size, the sudden discomfort causing me to dig my fingers into his shoulders.

Angelo instantly stilled, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered soothing words of encouragement. "Breathe, my little Nephilim. The pain will pass, I promise."

As I forced myself to take slow, deep breaths, the pain did gradually begin to subside, replaced by a satisfying sense of fullness and connection. The discomfort melted away, giving way to a blossoming pleasure that started at my core and radiated outward, spreading warmth and tingling sensations to every part of my being.

I tentatively rocked my hips against his, marveling at the exquisite friction where our bodies joined. Angelo groaned, his eyes dark with desire as he matched my movements, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. Each new thrust sent fresh waves of ecstasy crashing over me, drowning out any lingering traces of pain and leaving only pure, unadulterated bliss in its wake.

I opened my eyes and stared into Angelo's handsome face. His gaze was filled with tenderness and understanding even as he took what he wanted from me. Ultimately, he was putting my well-being above his own desire. I hadn't expected that. A surge of feelings swelled inside me, feelings I couldn't name…or was too afraid to name.

"I'm okay," I managed, my voice trembling slightly. "It's...intense. But I like it. I want this, Angelo. I want you, all of you."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "And you shall have it, Serenity. You will experience pleasure such that only I can give you." He began to move within me, slowly and gently, allowing my body to adjust to his presence. With each tender thrust, the discomfort faded more, replaced by an ever-growing sense of pleasure and connection. I clung to him, my hands roaming over the sculpted planes of his back, marveling at the strength and beauty of the body joined with mine.

Each time he thrust inside me, he did so harder and faster. The feeling intensified, surging within me like a rising tide until it crested, threatening to engulf me. A thousand questions pumped through my mind, but I didn't know how to give voice to them.

"I claim you as mine, now and forever." He thrust harder and harder, then finally buried his seed deep within me. "Call out my name, Nephilim."

"Angelo," I whined, terror and pleasure twisted together in one single word. As his fangs grazed my skin, a blast of energy coursed through me, igniting every cell in my body. The air around us crackled with electricity, and suddenly, the objects in the room began to tremble and vibrate, as if resonating with the energy emanating from our connected bodies. One by one, they levitated, swirling around us in a dizzying dance that defied gravity.

The bed beneath us shuddered, and then, astonishingly, began to rise too, hovering inches above the floor as if suspended by an unseen force.

Around us, books, pens, and various other trinkets swirled erratically in the air. They whizzed past our heads, sometimes only narrowly missing us as they danced to an invisible, chaotic rhythm. The room was pulsing with an unseen energy, the very air crackling with a power I couldn't comprehend.

My heart raced, fear mingling with the pleasurable sensations flooding my body. A small, terrified part of me wondered if we had unleashed something beyond our control, perhaps something malevolent. A cold sweat broke out across my skin, and I shivered involuntarily, goosebumps rising on my flesh as if in response to the unseen. Did this mean I was evil? That my dad was a fallen angel? My stomach churned as blood pounded in my ears, nearly drowning out the sound of my own ragged breathing.

The room seemed to spin around me, the swirling objects blurring into a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, and for a moment, I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all.

I clung to Angelo as if my life depended on it, my fingers digging into his skin hard enough to leave bruises, wanting his solid presence to act as an anchor for me amid all the chaos. "Angelo," I gasped, my voice trembling, "what's happening? Is this…normal?"

His eyes met mine, a flicker of surprise and confusion passing over his features before being replaced by a look of protectiveness. "I don't know. I've never experienced anything like this before," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and apprehension. "I think our connection has unleashed some kind of primal energy, something ancient and powerful beyond measure."

His words sent a fresh wave of fear cascading through me, and I could feel my heart hammering against my ribcage, each beat a deafening roar in the eerie silence that had fallen over the room, broken only by the soft tinkling of the levitating objects.

Then, as we lay there together, our breathing gradually returning to normal, something extraordinary began to happen. At first, it was just a faint shimmer, a barely perceptible glow that seemed to emanate from our entwined bodies. As the seconds ticked by, the light grew stronger and brighter, until it had enveloped us completely in a shimmering cocoon of silver.

I gasped as I watched the aura dance around us, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across our skin. It was like nothing I had ever seen, a manifestation of pure energy that pulsed and swelled with each beat of our hearts.

At the same time, the air around us hummed with a strange, ethereal vibration, as if the very molecules were resonating with the power that flowed between us. I could feel it tingling along my every nerve ending, a warm, electric sensation that made my skin prickle and my breath catch in my throat.

"What's happening to me?" I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Angelo's expression was one of wonder and adoration, tinged with a hint of satisfaction. It was as if he had been expecting this, waiting for me to unlock the secrets of my true nature. "You're amazing," he murmured, his eyes full of appreciation and reassurance. "You've unleashed the power inside you."

I hesitated, holding my breath, then closed my eyes. "But is my power demonic…or angelic?"

He stroked my cheek. "Based on the silver aura—definitely angelic."

I opened my eyes and exhaled a sigh of relief, but a flicker of doubt still remained. "So, does that mean my father was a heavenly angel?" I pressed, my voice quaking slightly. "All this time, I've been so unsure, so afraid of what his true nature might have been."

Angelo's expression softened and he reached out to take my hands in his. "The nature of your power is a reflection of your own heart, Serenity," he said gently. "It doesn't necessarily reveal the truth about your father."

I nodded slowly, still not quite understanding. "But if my power is angelic, surely that means he must have been a heavenly angel too…?"

"Not necessarily," Angelo replied, his brow furrowing slightly. "The path your father took, whether he was a fallen angel or a heavenly one, was his own. Your power, your destiny, is shaped by your own choices and the purity of your intentions."

A warmth spread through my chest at his words, a sense of hope and determination that I had never known before. "So I'm not bound by his legacy," I murmured, more to myself than to Angelo. "I can forge my own path, form my own goals. "

He kissed me on the lips. "Exactly," he said, squeezing my hands gently. "You are your own person, Serenity, with your own strengths, your own dreams, and your own destiny to fulfill. Always remember that."

His words filled me with hope. I wasn't evil.

"Your power created an unbreakable bond between us," he murmured, his voice low and thrumming with intensity. "And that connection we shared was manifested in the physical world."

"Unbreakable bond?" My brows drew into a deep frown. "What does that mean?"

Don't say it Don't say it Don't say it

He placed his finger on my lips. "I've claimed you. You're mine forever. No one else's."

I clasped his finger. "So I can't be with anyone but you?"

He gave me a hard stare, then his lips turned up into a smirk. "What do you think?"

I matched his mischievous look. "Does that also mean you can't be with anyone but me?"

I held my breath, waiting for his response, wondering if I'd been too cheeky.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against mine in a searing kiss that stole the air from my lungs. When he pulled back, his eyes locked with mine, intense and unwavering. "Why would I ever want to? No other woman compares to you."