Fire & Ashes
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In the underbelly of Hellbourne, where magic simmers beneath cracked pavement and desire is as dangerous as fire, Tiefling enforcer Athena lives by a simple code: burn the past, don't get attached, and never let anyone close enough to see the scars beneath her flame. But when she begins to sense someone watching her from the shadows, the rules she's lived by start to fray.
Nimerah Schwartz was once an angel of love, lust, and hate - until fire carved her body, clipped her halo, and exiled her from the heavens. Now she's sent back to earth with one mission: monitor the volatile Tiefling who may be a threat to celestial order. But what begins as surveillance turns into something far more dangerous. Athena isn't the monster the angels warned her about - she's a storm waiting to be touched.
Their worlds were never meant to collide. Nimerah carries the scent of ash and secrets. Athena radiates a fire that terrifies and tempts her. And when they finally meet in the dark, it's not salvation they find - it's a slow-burning obsession that could ignite heaven and hell alike.
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Her voice came out grainy. "I'm tired of being the devil's whip." She ground her teeth together. "I'm tired of killing for evil. I saw you the other night and it made me feel something I'd never felt before. The want to protect you." She looked down at her feet, her expression unfamiliar. "I've been a monster for five hundred years." She looked at me. "And when I saw you, I saw good. I saw purity." - "And what did my angel think about?" She growled. I could feel her breath in my ear. The possessiveness that clouded her burrowed into me. She bit my ear again and I sighed in pleasure. "Tell me," she demanded. "I thought about you," I admitted. My core began to throb. "And was it good?" She moved her lips down to my neck, biting the artery that beat rapidly. I swallowed. "No one has ever made me feel like you do." My voice came out husky. I couldn't take much more of this. - Camael never asked to be saved by a demon. She didn't even know that demons could be saviors. Her purpose was to do the right thing, even when it felt so wrong. Lirathis has killed her entire life. She was the Devil's whip and knew nothing except pain and destruction. Void of any emotion. Until she met Camael. Something is changing between them. Pulling them together. Wrenching them from the lives they knew. Chemistry had its own magic.
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