Fallen Angel

Chapter 24: Emily

Whoever said that sex on the beach was a great idea was an idiot. I had sand stuck in unmentionable places and was ready to cause a rash at any given moment. As a bonus, I believe that I will not need to exfoliate the skin on my back for quite some time. But annoying sand aside, it was as amazing as I thought it would be. Brannon was careful not to hurt me, going at a slow pace until I found it comfortable. And as agreed, Brannon pulled out before he finished. I don't know if it will be what saves us but we could only try.

After laying in the water, enjoying the post sex glow, we dressed and returned to the hut. Luca and Kelsey were on the lounge watching a movie. I saw the bite mark on her neck and wondered what it felt like to have a vampire feed like that. She didn't seemed to fazed by it after all, she's snuggled into him on the lounge.

Luca gave us a nod as we walked in, one that had a sly smirk attached to it. Like the bastard knew what we had been up to. Did we have big neon signs above our heads now? Maybe it was the giant smiles that were plastered on our faces, that was probably our give away.

I needed a shower. Aside from the sand that was definitely giving me grief, I was cold and smelled like the salty ocean. Brannon was never far behind me, every time I looked at me I saw the same smirk, his gaze always pinned to me.

Once we were in the bathroom, I started the water and smiled when I felt Brannon kiss my shoulder, pulling away my top. I'd awoken a beast, a sex crazy beast. Stepping into the shower, I pulled away my bikini bottoms, tossing them to the floor with the top and his board shorts.

In the warmth of the water we kissed, his hands moving over me and ensuring that I was sand free. He pulled my legs to his waist, delving deep into me. I really had awoken a beast. Gasping with each and every thrust, I felt the rush of pleasure hit me hard.

Our kiss muffled any heavy moans I might have had, I held onto his hard body as the euphoria ripped through me. As Brannon buried his face into my neck, I felt his hand move between us, suddenly bereft of him as he groaned against my skin.

He set me to my feet and turned me around, washing the last of the sand off me. Once he'd cleaned himself, he turned the water off.

"On the bed, I'll be back in a tick."

The towel was wrapped around his waist as he opened the door, leaving me a little lost for words or thoughts. Wrapping a towel around me I ventured out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Waiting for Brannon to return, I thought about my life here. So far it had been reasonable.

I had turned away from everything that was good and pure for this life, I knew that they were going to protect me from the wrath that might ensue but I couldn't help but be scared. Brannon and his father both spoke as if returning to school was a definite, that might be okay for Brannon but I worried for me. I worried because I knew that I would be watched.

They would be there, watching from a distance. They would know that I have fallen to the devil and his son. They would know everything and if they wanted to, they could drag me down and make me suffer. I only had a few months left before the school year was over, then I could return to hell and be safe within the protection of the devil. It was a crazy thought, I actually wanted his help. I could say that I was going to hell for my sins but that was okay, hell was pretty damned fine in my opinion. Not that this was true hell, this was just the layers above the real hell. The stinking inferno where the damned writhed in undiluted agony was the truth, suffering was a given, torture was expected. Darkness shrouded this world and this layer was nothing but a lie that masked the truth. But I didn't care, here I felt loved and welcomed. Even though the devil knew what he faced in me, he still accepted me. Reverse the situation and the outcome would have been vastly different.

A minute later Brannon was back, leaning on the door as he closed it, a secretive smile slipping across his lips.

"What have you done?" I asked, unable to hide my amusement.

"Well I was thinking, something is better than nothing so I went and extracted a box from Luca. Honestly you should have heard the carry on, like the five boxes he's got left won't be enough."

I laughed as the box was dumped onto the side table.

"So we're like back to front with this sex business."

I gasped as his hand trailed its way up and down the inside of my thigh.

"But that's alright, isn't it?"

With a nod, I gasped again, his hand moving under the towel. His lips kissed the edge of my jaw, taking slow and careful nips as his hand teased me.

"Lay down." He murmured against the skin of my neck.

As I laid down he peeled the towel away, kissing over my body as he slowly made his way lower. My body flushed with heat, the warmth of his breath on my skin was incredible.

His head dipped lower and I became an addict, the second he breathed against my skin I wanted him as my drug of choice. His father was right, there was no turning back. Once I started down this path, I could never walk away. I didn't want to walk away, Brannon was so sweet and adorable, yet so dark and scary and I could not get enough of him.

He could torment me with just a look, an offer of something so pleasurable with a hooded gaze. There might have been no one before him, but this man between my legs knew how to capture a woman, he knew how to capture this woman.

I was falling and I could only hope that he would be there to catch me.