Good Side of Sin

by Haigwood, K. S.

  Thoros pushed a finger into me. I stiffened and let out an unattractive noise at the sudden uneasy feeling. It hurt, and he really hadn’t even done anything yet.

  “Shit,” he muttered, and then gently pulled the tip of the finger back out. “Look at me, Josselyn.”

  I didn’t hesitate. My eyes shot to his and I felt the pull of his power. I felt him push his finger in a little, but this time it felt good—real good. “More,” I said, and he pushed it the rest of the way in, sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head, but when he pulled it out, there were two that went back in. It felt amazing.

  He pulled them gently out and I felt the outside of his thighs brush the inside of mine. I took in a deep breath as he ran the blunt tip of his thick shaft up and down my slick sex.

  Without pushing into me, he leaned down and kissed me softly. He swallowed audibly, and I realized he was trembling again.

  “Are you afraid?” I asked him, bewildered.

  “Terrified,” he replied. “I feel like I’m the virgin here. I’m already too far gone and I couldn’t bear losing you now. You’re stuck with me, skirt. Forever.”

  I smiled and kissed his lips. “I hope so.”

  He gave me a grin. “You better know so. I love you so much, Josselyn—so much it hurts.”

  I smiled back at him. “I know so.”

  He captured my mouth in a desperate kiss full of passion, desire, love and, yes—lust. It was there, and I shared it all with him.

  I could feel him pressing against me, so hard, so demanding, yet just as yielding. He pushed in a little, and I resisted him at first, unsure of what to expect. His body went rigid above me, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and thrust my hips up to take the rest of him in me.

  There was a sharp pain and I cried out, but it was over just as quickly as it had come, and then all I felt was the foreign thickness of him inside me. The feel of him penetrating me was different, but in a good way. Yes—it felt really good.

  Thoros was panting, his chest heaving as he sucked air quickly in and out of his lungs. The lower part of his body never moved.

  “Why did you do that?”

  “You were going to stop.”

  “I was going to use my gift so I wouldn’t hurt you,” he scolded me in a low voice, and then waited a moment before speaking again. He sighed. I thought he was angry with me and was about to tell me I should leave. “Are you okay?” he said instead.

  I nodded.

  “Josselyn, look at me, baby.” I looked at his eyes and my own filled with tears. He swore under his breath. “Tell me the truth. Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine. Or I would be if you would stop making me feel like I have done something wrong. I want this, but I want to make you happy, too.”

  He chuckled lightly and then kissed the tip of my nose. “There is nothing in this world that makes me happier than you. Don’t you know that by now? I just wouldn’t be able to stand myself if I hurt you.”

  “You didn’t. It feels… nice.”

  “Nice?” He laughed. “Well, let’s see if I can’t improve on that a bit. Just so you know, my goal is fantastic. Anything less and I will just have to keep trying.”

  I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and rotated my hips into him. His eyes slammed shut and a moan escaped his open mouth. “I’ve got all night,” I whispered.

  His eyes shot open and he crushed his mouth down on mine. I felt his arms slide up my back, and then his fingers gripped my shoulders and I was pulled to an upright position, sitting on his lap. I gasped as the change of position caused him to fill me even more. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

  I did as he requested and he immediately began to move under me, rotating his hips, causing tiny tremors to explode throughout my whole body. He wrapped one arm around my back and another under my thigh and pulled me to him for more control.

  I flushed hot and clung to his damp body as he guided me with skilled, experienced movements. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, and I met each of his thrusts with my own. My breathing grew labored and I dug my fingernails into the soft flesh of his back as I rocked faster, harder.

  “Josselyn. You feel incredible, baby. So tight. I feel you getting tighter. The orgasm is there, isn’t it?”

  “Yes!” I answered in a breathy cry.

  “Keep going, but give me your eyes. Let me make it better for you.”

  I felt his hands move to my hips. He gripped them tightly in his hands and moved me up-down-up-down on him, drawing me closer still to that sweet bliss, that euphoria.

  “Look at me,” he growled, and I could tell he was fighting his own stamina.

  Too many sensations at once clouded my senses, but the orgasm was there, threatening to take my sanity if I didn’t release it. I wanted to so badly.

  Almost. Almost. Almost—

  “Jos-sel-yn! Come with me—now.”

  I pushed roughly against his chest and was instantly locked in his gaze.

  Thoros’ power didn’t caress me. It crashed into me. There was all the feeling of being hit by a locomotive, only without the pain, just the destruction. There wasn’t even time for anticipation; it was a sort of heart-stopping, breath-stealing, life-altering experience. I let it go. And then I felt his release, his thick erection pumping in time to the beat of my heart.

  I attempted to focus, and couldn’t. Another burst of pleasure erupted through me and yet another violent cry tore from my throat as the orgasm rocked my body, mind and soul.

  There was no more building pressure, there were only the explosions, and maybe that didn’t half explain the stimulation that was thrust in and upon me. The definition of the feeling was lost to me, nor did I care if anyone could actually form words enough to describe it. If it was defined as lust, then I was a sinner, tried and true. The only important things that mattered were that I knew how it felt, I liked the way it felt, and I loved that Thoros wanted to share it with me.

  My body shuddered as my cries turned to soft, satisfied whimpers, and Thoros fell, exhausted, to the mattress with my limbs, limp and immovable, on top of his.

  “I am yours, forevermore, my angel.”

  He sounded so vulnerable as he spoke the words, like it was I who was in control of him, his fate, his body, his heart. Was I? Had he given me complete dominance over him? Had I not given him the same, over me? I could answer all of those questions with one word: yes.

  “And I am yours, forevermore, my half-souled prince.”

  “Josselyn?” he said, breathless.

  My mouth curved into a grin. “Yes, Thoros?”

  “How did that feel?”

  I giggled, and felt the soft duvet on my back as he covered us both. “Heavenly.”

  Chapter 28

  Thoros

  The room was dimly lit with the soft pink glow of pre-dawn. Any second now the sun would poke its ugly face into the room, jerking Thoros and everyone in the house back to the cruel reality that they might not have forever after all.

  He had promised exactly that to Josselyn the night before: forever. He prayed he hadn’t lied to her. If Lucifer won this particular game, it wouldn’t matter anyway. They would all be in so much pain from the torture the master demon would inflict on them, for the way they all had betrayed him, that none of them would have time to think about promises that had been broken. That’s a comforting thought, he mused, but then realized it would probably be a reality sooner rather than later.

  He had this moment with Josselyn, though, and he wasn’t about to waste it thinking about what was to come. All he cared about… was now.

  He watched her as she slept peacefully beside him. He hadn’t slept a wink the whole night, afraid she would wake up ashamed, and slip out of his bed before he woke. His biggest fear was that she would have regrets about giving herself to him. Regrets? He had none where she was concerned. But he desperately needed to see her eyes when she woke.

  Impatient as ever, and anxious for her long eyelashes
to flutter open, Thoros reached up with a shaky hand and lightly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then he bent down and kissed the top of her head that was rested on his shoulder. She stirred in that moment, her eyes shooting open in a panic. His heart stopped as he waited for her next reaction, but she only smiled sleepily and snuggled in closer to him.

  The breath in his lungs left in a whoosh and his vision blurred as he pulled her in closer to his body.

  “Is something wrong?” Josselyn asked with caution as her body went rigid against his.

  Nope! Everything is perfectly perfect. He shook his head against hers, unable to speak around the massive lump the size of a moon crater in his throat, and then he kissed her forehead, her nose, and then more tenderly, her lips.

  She relaxed in his arms, letting him kiss her passionately, deeply and possessively.

  He sealed the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, breathing heavily with desire and some other emotion he wasn’t used to feeling: love. The emotion was different, but so amazing.

  “I love you,” she said, as if she had picked the thought right out of his mind, and his heart began to beat rapidly in his chest cavity at the mere thought of this precious angel in love with him. Oh, why couldn’t he have found her before he died? He was almost certain he would have changed his ways if only they’d met as mortals. He never would have ended up where he had, and they would already be living their happily ever after in Heaven. All of this was his fault.

  He hugged her even tighter, to the point that he knew she had to be uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help it and she wasn’t complaining. “Where did I go right? I never even dreamed you ever could love someone like me. You shouldn’t.” He shook his head. “If you knew half the things I’ve done in my—”

  Josselyn looked up at him with a worried expression on her face and his words got choked up in his throat. Would she leave him if she knew everything—anything about the things he had done before she fell heart-first into his life? Oh, God, the thought made him taste bile and hate his past even more. He felt completely wretched and disgusted with himself.

  “I told you that I love you. That doesn’t mean I only love the good things about you. I can imagine what you’ve done, and it just doesn’t matter to me. I know that you are a different person now, and you would take it all back if you could. You’ve proven yourself to me, so stop doubting my love for you. It’s not limited.”

  He kissed her hard on the mouth, muffling a squeal of delight that tried to escape her throat. His hand slid over her abdomen and down over her hip. As he deepened the kiss, her giggles changed to soft moans of passion and desire and want for only him.

  He rolled to his back, pulling her with him until she was astride him and his hardness. The feel of her, warm, slick and ready, as she moved up and down the length of him almost sent him over the edge. A groan of pleasure erupted from deep within his chest and he arched into her, aching to feel more of her sweet heat that had him so mesmerized.

  A soft knock sounded at the door and Josselyn stiffened in his arms as if she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Thoros growled and brought her mouth back down to his in an attempt to ignore the person that would soon be dead. Immortal or not, he would find a way to murder the asshole that dared to take this moment away from him and Josselyn.

  He felt her lips curl into a smile on his, and he framed her beautiful face with his hands, deepening the kiss to try and keep her from moving.

  The knock sounded again, this time a bit louder. Josselyn giggled and pushed away, then rose up to a sitting position, naked and gloriously beautiful before him. She was an angel, his angel. Thoros struggled to get a hold on her again before she got away completely. Josselyn lifted an eyebrow and the left side of her mouth turned up in a playful smirk. He wanted to bite that lip, just give it enough teasing pleasure so she would forget all about the audience outside the bedroom door. Eyeing him, she pulled her wrists and arms out of his grasp. Thoros huffed and stared at her with his bottom lip poked out.

  “Deal with that. I can’t make love to you with someone standing outside your bedroom door listening to you moan.”

  His eyes grew wide with amused shock. “Me? Moan? How about your screams? I’m sure everyone in the house has already heard how powerful your lungs are, my sweet angel.” He smirked as her hand came up to cover her gaping mouth.

  “Isaiah sent me to tell you both that the exorcist is here. He didn’t want to barge in your minds for fear of what he would interrupt,” Baddon said.

  “Shit!” Thoros groaned and covered his face with his hands. “But he didn’t mind sending you to interrupt?”

  “I’m standing on the other side of your door interrupting you, aren’t I?” Baddon replied, and Josselyn laughed, then covered her mouth when Thoros cut his eyes over at her. His lips pressed together into a thin line of disapproval.

  He shook his head and huffed, knowing time was of the essence and that they really needed to get going. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day and night with Josselyn, making love. Why couldn’t they stay just one more day? The others could track the demon and tie her up with Lameria. That was a brilliant plan! Let the bitches go at one another to see just how immortal they were. Surely even immortality had a breaking point. He wondered idly which one would win. He knew personally how ruthless and conniving Lameria could be.

  “You have twenty minutes. I expect you to use that time showering,” Isaiah said, disturbing Thoros’ plan, and by the way Josselyn’s eyes widened, she had heard the message in her head, too.

  Crap!

  “Tell him we’ll be down in thirty and that arguing with me is only going to waste his time,” Thoros shouted at the door, ignoring the archangel if he happened to still be listening to his inner monologue. Though he thought Isaiah had done a pop-in-pop-out trick so he wouldn’t have to listen to Thoros whine about the timeframe he’d set.

  There was silence for a moment, and then, “I’ll tell him. Take care of your girl. He may not understand, but I’ve been living with you for the last three miserable months. Sure you don’t want me to tell him an hour?”

  Thoros looked at Josselyn, hopeful, but frowned when she shook her head. Damn it! “No, we really do need to get going. We’ll be down and ready for the exorcist in thirty.”

  “Will do,” Baddon replied, and then the sound of his boots walking away had Thoros smirking mischievously as he stared up at his naked angel.

  Josselyn shook her head and laughed as his eyes traveled down then slowly back up to her eyes. “Thoros, we can’t. There’s no time!” she exclaimed, and squealed loudly when he threw back the cover and stood from the bed with her legs still wrapped tightly around his hips.

  “Well, then we’d better hurry or you won’t have time to dry your hair.”

  On a giggle, she found his lips with hers as he shut the bathroom door behind them.

  Chapter 29

  Josselyn

  Even though I knew everybody in the house was already aware whose bed I had slept in, and what I had done with the owner of that bed before actually going to sleep, and then again in the owner’s shower only twenty minutes ago, I refused to walk down the stairs and into the living area on the arm of Thoros. It wasn’t because I was ashamed of him. It was because I already felt like I had a sign plastered to my forehead that read, ‘No Longer A Virgin!’.

  I just needed a little more time to get used to the idea myself. And it didn’t help that angels could blush now, thanks to the little fact that Heaven was deteriorating at a rapid pace.

  At any rate, Thoros seemed to have understood and didn’t press the matter. He’d given me a long, heart-melting kiss and then smiled as if he knew exactly how he affected me. He was so mean!

  I fanned my face and then walked down the stairs a full two minutes after he walked under the large archway that separated the foyer from the great room.

  Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Smile.
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  Everyone seemed to be talking and mingling when I walked into the room. Without making eye contact with anyone or looking for Thoros—even though I could feel his eyes hot on me with every step I made—I spotted Isaiah talking with the exorcist. Isaiah had summoned the same one that had attempted to extract the five souls from me the other day, but had failed to do his job because Isaiah had stormed into the room and disagreed with the way I was handling Thoros.

  If I had only known then what I knew now, I wouldn’t have been so hard on Thoros, but Isaiah had withheld valuable need-to-know information from me, so it was, in part, the archangel’s fault that we had the set back.

  Plus, if things hadn’t happened the way they had, I would probably never have known the punishment the head guardians had sentenced Isaiah with. I shuddered to think what would have happened if I had learned of that important bit of information too late to help. Isaiah didn’t deserve to be thrown in Hell. He was not evil. He had just made a mistake; we all had, but I was somehow being rewarded for it. I think they knew I would have gone over their heads if they denied me the chance to at least try. But I couldn’t prove that, and it was of no consequence to me now that they had consented, so I shrugged and let it slip from my mind. I had more important things to worry about.

  I stepped up beside Isaiah, but didn’t interrupt his conversation with the exorcist. They were talking about the cigar-shaped gold box the exorcist was holding in both his frail-looking hands.

  “The souls will be safe in here until their return,” the exorcist said, and Isaiah gave a curt nod, and then turned to look at me with a blank expression.