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“Love is Love, cannot be killed or swept aside.”
The Angel, Samuel De Dieu, was fully aware of the fact that he should feel disgusted and impure towards how the demon pressed his warm, soft lips to his neck and left love bites in his wake, when unfortunately for Samuel, had found himself shivering with complete delight instead. Digging his nails into the Demon’s shoulder blades as he arched his back, flexed his wings, and began to beg for more of the Demon’s addictive touch and was pleased when he had been rewarded with such. Enjoying every little second of the night of pleasure he shared with the Demon, only to lie awake beside the slumbering form of his enemy the next morning, admiring how peaceful and utterly beautiful the Demon looked as Samuel wondered why he caved in to the Demon’s silver tongue that lapped at Samuel’s easily inflatable ego to get what he wanted and yet, Samuel didn’t truly mind it since he was receiving the attention he ultimately desired at the end of the day. Which did scare the Angel to his core before he brushed the thought away and dragged his naked frame out of bed to shower and change into his uniform so he could then hide the hickey’s staining his neck with a heavy layer of foundation then write a little note for the Demon that ravished his body the night before, stating where he was headed off to and thanking him for all the fun things they did. Once that was all said and done, Samuel finally took his leave in hopes he would be given some work to do.
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