With wings clipped, her halo slipped as she trembled with every thunderous thrust.
Pumpkin candlelight flickered across her no longer innocent body and illuminated entwined silhouettes. The beast’s hands gripped tightly to her waist as he ravenously claimed her as his.
Her mouth was uncontrollably ajar as she fell from the heavens.
Her sin. The curiosity to break a forbidden rule that no angel should ever. On this most sacrilegious of days, accept an invitation to dance with the devil.
Hidden behind the veil of a mere mortal, he had deceptively seduced. A trick to illicit a most delicious treat.
