(MARRIED TO THE DEVIL SON)VOLUME 3

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"Zamiel." Heaven tried to call the Zamiel she knew because this wasn't him.

He kept looking at her, now the storms in his eyes returning. He was angry again.

"You stabbed them. You... you stabbed a child several times."

"I am sorry." Heaven said. Even if it was a dream, it felt real to him and it must have been horrible to see her, the woman he loved, stabbing his family to death.

He shut his eyes tightly and his hands clenched into fists.

"Don't apologize." He said. "It's not your fault. It is mine."

Opening his eyes, he turned away from her and went back to bed. He sat down and buried his face in his hands.

Heaven just stood there for a while, looking at this troubled man. She didn't know what to do. She was still confused.

Carefully she approached him, and as if he was afraid by her closeness he looked up quickly. Heaven halted.

"You probably have a lot to do. I don't want to distract you." He said, his voice returning to one she recognized, but his sudden change confused her.

"Zamiel, are you alright?" She hurried to him.

She crouched in front of him, resting her arms on his thighs while looking up at his face.

He looked at her. "Look at me." He began. "Look. I told you, I have nothing good to offer you. I thought for a while I could do better, that I could be better for you but..." He shook his head as if disappointed with himself. "You should leave me while you can."

"Would you? Would you leave me if I was hurting?"

A frown settled on his face. "Never."

"Then how do you expect me to leave you? Is it love if I only stay with you through good times? And..." She didn't even know where to begin to remove the bad thoughts from his mind. "Who said you have nothing to offer? You already offered a lot. Before you came, I was just a girl doing nothing with her life, with no courage or confidence to make a change. I was even thinking of marrying a stranger. You made me believe in myself, believe that I could make a change even if it was a small one. When I was close to giving up, you were there again to remind me I could do it. I am the person I am now because of you. You make me feel strong, wanted and needed. So I am going nowhere. Just like the way you encourage me when I am giving up, I'll be there to pull you back from the edge when you are about to fall. It's give and take." She smiled.

He took her hands and made them stand up. Then he drew her into his arms and kissed her. It was a quick kiss, but he never kissed her like that before. He sucked the breath out of her lungs, leaving her weak and needy just to stop. Both took shallow, shaky breaths, but Heaven didn't want it to end yet. She wanted more.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back with the same intensity. She felt her body tremble but ignored it. Lost in the heat, she could only focus on her body's urges. It scared her, but again she pushed it to the back of her mind. Her fingers entangled in his hair and she drew him closer. It was like she couldn't get enough. His warmth, his scent and his taste was addicting.

Zamiel grabbed her arms and pulled away, "Heaven." But she didn't let him. She wasn't done yet, so she kissed him again. How could she get enough of this taste? The taste of... what was this taste?

Blood?

"Heaven." He pulled her away and this time she let him.

His lips were bleeding, and he had scratches on his neck. Heaven was shocked. Did she do this?