(MARRIED TO THE DEVIL SON)VOLUME 3

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Heaven's eyes widened in surprise. She was quiet for a long moment, then her eyes darted nervously around. Zamiel knew she had a lot to consider before getting married, and that is why he proposed. It was the perfect way to solve the problem.

He didn't want to mark her only. What would that mean without getting married? What role would he have in her life? She lived in the human world, and the mark would only tell demons she was his.

If she was going to be his, he wanted the whole world to know. Demons, humans and witches. He didn't want confusion from his or her side. He wanted her to be his in everyway. Every part of her, human, demon or witch, he wanted to have it all. If a part of her wasn't ready or didn't want him, then it would be better to not mark her again.

Heaven seemed confused. He knew she would be. She had her dreams to become a ruler, and she was still young with a long life ahead of her. He didn't expect an immediate answer.

"Heaven, I am not asking you to marry me now."

"Zamiel I-I..." He could see the guilt in her eyes.

"You don't have to answer now." He cut her off.

She looked at him firmly this time. "My marriage affects not only me, so I have to think about it."

Now she was speaking like the confident woman he saw the first time he met her. He knew she had it in her.

"But I want you to know that I can't see a future without you." She took his hand and intertwined her fingers with his. "Marked, married or not. I consider myself yours already."

Zamiel looked at their intertwined fingers and then into her green eyes. What was he supposed to do with this woman who surrendered to him completely without knowing what it meant?

The beast in him was drawn to this beauty and wanted to take advantage of her willingness, but he would not let that happen. She was the only light in his life; he had to only make her shine brighter.

She lifted her hand and touched his face. Her touch was comforting and warm. How long had it been since he felt warmth in his life? He had almost forgotten the feeling.

"Heaven. Hold me."

Both were surprised by what he said, but she quickly wrapped her arms around him. Her warmth and her scent enveloped him, made him find the peace he had been searching for. If he died in her arms at this moment, he wouldn't regret it.

"Zamiel, are you alright?"

If he said no, would she hold him tighter? Would she never let go?

She pulled back to look at him. "I am sorry." The guild in her eyes returned.

Zamiel was confused.?"For what?" He asked.

"I hurt you when I promised to prote..." She halted.

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Zamiel leaned in curiously. "You promised what?"

"Nothing." She said, a blush creeping to her face.

The fact that she wanted to protect him, an ancient demon, was both amusing and exhilarating.

He grabbed her chin and lifted her face. Could he really stop himself from kissing her this time?

"You did not hurt me." He assured her.

She looked up to meet his gaze. They looked at each other for a moment before she leaned in. She was going to kiss him.

He didn't move, allowing her to take her time. Her hands grabbed his face and then every so gently she pressed her lips to his. It was a light touch, yet he lost his breath. But before he could lose his mind too, she pushed herself away from him with a gasp. Eyes wide, she put her hand on her chest while breathing heavily.