Fallen Love

Chapter 8

                                                                           Malachi's POV

Malachi loved the moans that Claire was giving him as he continued to rub her clitoris until she came long and hard.

Claire called out his name in ecstasy and it took everything in him not to place his penis inside her vagina.

Malachi wanted Claire to be ready for sex. 

He wasn't going to force her to do anything that she didn't want to do.

Malachi saw Claire with her eyes closed and mouth parted.

She looked like a beautiful goddess laying there crying out in pleasure.

He smiled and took out his fingers.

Claire opened her eyes and grinned.

Malachi got out of bed and cleaned his fingers.

After he was done, he turned around and found Claire there with her hands all over him.

"Thank you, Malachi. You have helped me see that I don't need to be perfect to be happy."

Malachi didn't realize that she was pressured to be a certain way. 

I had no idea that angels were put on a pedestal.

That makes sense, though.

How long had Claire had to hold back on her urges?

She definitely was stronger than him.

He just masturbated, though.

Malachi would have had sex but there was never a woman that he wanted to take that step with.

Claire was different.

He knew that when he met her.

At the time, though, Malachi thought that she was annoying and had a stick up her ass.

Now, he realized that was just the persona Claire used from being an angel.

It must be tough having to fulfill other people's expectations instead of doing what you want.

Malachi sighed and brought her to the bed.

"I didn't know that you had to deal with pressure."

Claire smiled.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure that God hates me right now. I masturbated last night and you just touched inside my vagina. If I was still alive, I would have definitely went to Hell."

He laughed.

She honestly thinks that just because she masturbated or anything sexual, that she would go to Hell?

The funny thing is, Claire is already in Hell.

She doesn't know that.

"Claire, you are already there."

She shot up in the bed.

"What?"

Claire looked around his room. 

She looked like she was going to have a panic attack.

Malachi held her hand and kissed it.

Claire gasped.

He touched her hair.

She closed her eyes.

"You are okay, Claire. I just wanted to take you to where I live. You are not going to get in trouble."

Claire looked at him in exasperation.

"But I will, Malachi. Angels aren't supposed to be in Hell. Just like demons are not allowed in Heaven."

He brought her head to his chest and rubbed her hair.

"How is Heaven by the way? I never could go because I was an asshole when I was alive. Well, that and I stole money from people."

Claire looked at Malachi.

He was expecting some hatred or anger.

Malachi was definitely not anticipating the pity that she was showing him.

Why is she still nice to me?

Shouldn't Claire be telling him not to steal?

"Oh, Malachi. That's why when I met you, you were taking money from that human."

She remembered that? 

Claire must have a really good memory.

"I'm used to doing that to people. I was poor when I was human. I had to fight to get any scrap of food that I could. Plus, I did drink a lot. I liked causing mischief. I still do, even as a demon."

She nodded her head in sympathy.

"I understand, Malachi. My mother had to work two jobs when I was human. My dad wanted me to be his princess. He put a lot of pressure on me to get good grades. I tried so hard to make him and my mom happy. Then, one day, we got into a car accident. My parents survived, but I didn't. I ended up in Heaven because I always gave money to the less fortunate. Saying that, I realize now that we have some things in common."

Malachi shook his head and got up.

"We don't have anything in common, Claire. You helped people, whereas I didn't."

She shook her head and stood next to him.

"Oh, Malachi. We both had to work hard to get anywhere in life when we were human."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"You are just saying that because we both were poor. Lots of humans are poor. That doesn't change the fact that you are a saint and I am a sinner."

Claire actually scowled.

Malachi was surprised that she could make that facial expression.

He felt her move her fingers towards his hair and pulled him towards her lips.

"I'm done with being a saint. All that it has given me was guilt and shame. I want to sin and I want you to fuck me, Malachi. I finally feel free, thanks to you."

Before Malachi could say anything, Claire kissed him passionately.

Wow.

Who knew that an angel would be the one to bring him to his knees?

Life was full of surprises.