Sin of the Saints (Between Delusion and Sobriety Duet #2)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Bellcolor

“And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh:

she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man 1 .”

“ H e let her into the Garden of Eden, Lilith,” Hillel tells her, and rage and jealousy flare up within her. The Garden of Eden. The same garden he said he’d created for her. “That’s not all.” He hesitates, and that makes her even more incensed.

“Don’t you dare do that, Hillel. Equal among equals. That was the deal. Don’t fear me, I’ve given you my word that I don’t fear you either. Remember that supremacy is what brought us here.”

He nods and holds his head high. Very good. “He’s created a counterpart for him. Bone of his bone. Flesh of his flesh.”

She lets out a derisive snort. “If she’s flesh of his flesh, she must be as empty as he is.”

“But He doesn’t trust them, not after He failed with us. He’s put them to a test.”

“What test?” she raises an eyebrow, curious.

“The Tree of Knowledge. He’s warned them not to eat from it, lest they die.”

“You don’t say,” Lilith giggles. She’s truly amused by this. “And I wonder who that test is really for.” She gurgles with the gluttony that awakens in her, approaching Hillel and digging into his huge, muscled chest. His scent is intoxicating, and she is an irresistible force when she’s at his side. He gives her life, he’s the answer to the empty void she felt within her from the moment of her creation.

“If we keep this up, we’ll set the whole place aflame,” he grunts, and her body trembles with the vibrations of his chest.

“Don’t blame me, Hillel, I just can’t get enough of you.” His skin grows goosebumps under her breath, and she presses her lips to his skin as it heats up. He groans with pleasure, his body yearning for her just as hers does for him. “Please, Hillel,” she implores him, her insides alight with sparks, embers on the verge of catching fire.

He grabs her head and devours her mouth. His breath excites her and she’s long since lost herself to frenzy. I’ll give myself to him whenever he wishes, I’ll give him everything he asks, the thought is emblazoned in her heart as a promise. His hands move over her body and her throat makes sounds like the beasts He created. It’s an indescribable sensation. Something within her awakens and covets the reins. He created us like this. If someone must take the blame, it will be Him. She seeks affirmation for her feeling of being addicted to him.

Their mouths are in clumsy and tangled chaos, and their bodies wage a war that has neither winner nor loser. Hillel’s power challenges hers as they clutch each other, one pulling and the other pushing, and the product of this war are sparks igniting in the most intimate parts of their bodies.

“I need something from you, and I don’t know what.” He bites her lower lip.

She whines as the fires within their bodies spread outward, filling the void of the place they’re in, threatening to consume them. Their bodies are naked, sweat-slicked from the heat of the inner and outer flames, and her blood is on the verge of boiling.

“Take it, Hillel, take me.” Lilith grunts and his eyes gleam against the backdrop of the madness they’ve been drawn into, in which they now live. Blue eyes, clear as the sky from which they both plummeted into the abyss.

He doesn’t hesitate for a moment, and lifts her into the air. Her legs leave the ground and her back hits a burning rock behind her. Her sweat sizzles on the burning surface. Her body accedes to his wants and she wraps her legs around him, trying to find some place to grab hold of, because she again feels like she’s on the verge of plunging deeper into the depths of the underworld.

His hot tongue licks at her sweaty neck and she writhes with desire, arching her back in invitation. No words are needed here, no logic. The only thing that reigns is illogical loss of control. In one swift motion he shoves himself into her, and her eyes widen just as her body embraces him. As he realizes what happened, he withdraws and gazes in wonder at the product of their lust.

Blood.

Blood.

Blood.

“I’ve hurt you. Please, forgive me.” He rocks his head in terror, guilt etched onto his face.

“Equal among equals, Hillel. I bleed for you, and you’ll bleed for me.” She pushes her hips forward and draws him deeper into her. Lilith embraces the pain with a deep sigh, bursting forth from the deepest part of her. He responds with a growl and buries his head in her neck.

Her mouth is a monstrous maw and an itch spreads through her upper gums. Delirious, desperate, needy, she bites his neck. She wants him inside her every way she can get. He possesses her, thrusting while she feeds on the red juice flowing in his body.

Thrust. Feed.

Thrust. Feed.

Endless friction burns them from the inside out. Lilith convulses around him, choking him, he’s on the verge of death as he spills himself into her. In a desperate attempt to muffle the sound of his shout he bites her neck and greedily feeds off her.

Hillel am I. I am Hillel. We’ve become one body.

Passion is fire, lust of the flesh is friction, and their place bursts into flames.

And thus the inferno of Hell was created, with an oath of blood.

“I need you to take me away from here, Bar. Now,” I plead as my body is drawn to his. I can’t stop panting, can’t breathe. Damn it, I’m having a fucking anxiety attack! Why do I need air to breathe? God, what’s happening to me?

“Belle? Belle?” His voice is dim and my vision is blurry. Are these Lilith’s memories again? They’re different from the other memories I’ve received from her so far.

“Now, Bar, now!” I plead with him, and he gets out of the car and gathers me into his arms. But I squirm out of his grip, leaning forward and grabbing my knees.

“Breathe, Belle, I’ll take us somewhere safe. You’re alright, you’re safe with me,” he keeps murmuring his promise as a mantra while I struggle for air that refuses to fill my lungs. Bar caresses my back and he seems lost. It isn’t helping. I’m choking. I’m a walking corpse who’s about to die. God help me. God fucking help me. Bar pulls me upright and rips the collar off his white shirt. “Drink, Belle!” he commands, and I shake my head. “You need to feed, Bellcolor! I won’t lose you, not when I just got you back!”

The thought of drinking his blood makes my insides twist, and I grunt as his sweet smell breaks through the wall of my doubts.

His blood is different. It’s not mixed with demon blood anymore, and suddenly I understand just how much his presence is what’s paralyzing me.

The familiar itch appears in my gums, and my fangs lengthen with the primal need compelling me to obey it. I lift my head and sink my razor-sharp fangs into his throat.

He moans as I feed on him, drawing him into me.

Flooding.

Full.

Madness.

Serenity.

My talons lengthen and stab into the flesh of his chest. I can’t get enough of him, I need more of him.

Closer. Deeper.

I need more.

“That’s it, Belle,” Bar chokes out. I feel his pain, but I can’t stop. He understands the war being waged in my head, and relaxes his body, lying on the burning hood of the car and gently caressing my hair. “Take it, Belle, take me,” he grunts, and I force my eyes shut to banish the haunted memories.

His chest rises and falls wildly, and his heart is pounding like a thundering drum. He moves his hips on the car hood, I hear a familiar rustle. I open my eyes and find that he’s as needy as I am. The tremendous erection between his legs threatens to tear through the black denim he’s wearing.

I feel the need to make it easier for him, to relieve him of the terrible pressure that must be tormenting him. I reach for his zipper and open it. I pull down the elastic of his underwear and set his needy cock free. Blessed Mary, this thing is huge. Its head is glistening and the veins are thick and swollen, like it’s about to explode in my hands any second.

Oh God. It’s the first time I’m seeing a real cock. Valentina’s George can go hide in a corner somewhere in shame compared to Bar’s.

“Belle, you’re torturing me…” Bar caresses my head, breaking the trance I was drawn into. I’m reminded that this monstrous thing is a part of him, and not some independent entity.

I muster up the courage to take hold of it. It jolts between my fingers like it has a life and mind of its own, and lets out a transparent drop that looks tastier than Bar’s heavenly blood.

I blink, take a deep breath, and suddenly realize that the air is my friend again as I lean down, slowly licking up the droplet. Bar grunts and I interpret that as a good sign, taking all of him into my mouth. Bar growls and starts moving his hips inside me.

“Put your fangs back in, Belle, I won’t be able to handle it,” he says, and I giggle in response.

Oh God, I’m lucky he can’t see my face in this position. I feel the blush spreading from my neck and I must be redder than the blood I’ve just drained.

Until this moment I didn’t know I could control my fangs, but after drinking Bar’s blood I feel control of my body being restored to me. The air has returned, my heart beats steadily, my fangs obey me, the heat bursting out of my skin is now more controlled. And yet I’m burning with the passion Bar incites in me.

Has he brought order to the chaos within me?

“Just so you know, there’s a limit to how much I can restrain my body… and I think I’ll have to acknowledge my defeat.” Bar keeps moving his hips and I giggle, completely intoxicated by the power I have over him, like the power he has over me. I affect him the same way he affects me.

I take him down. Take him into my mouth. Embrace him in me and suck on him like it’s the very life my body so yearns for. Rough and gentle all at once, an alliance of savagery and softness. The taste of him fills me up and I’m addicted to the thrill of this intimate thing we’re doing.

Is this what he felt when he tasted me in the barn? I’m overwhelmed, stunned, frenzied. Held captive by the pleas of his body to pick up the pace. I respond to him, and he answers to me.

“More…” he grunts, and I obey. “Belle…” My name is like a prayer on his lips as I grace him with my kindness. His body tenses and all his muscles strain, he floods my mouth with a fluid that drives my senses wild, and I gulp it down, drunk on the taste of him. “Fuck,” he tightens his grip on my hair and I give in to the pain stinging my scalp, but it’s nothing compared to the cramping between my legs. “I can smell you from here, your need,” he moans, and I choke and draw out the last drops of his load in my mouth.

As he goes limp in my mouth, I stand up straight and look over my shoulder. The bubble of passion around me has exploded. “Where are we?” I scan the area and notice a log cabin in the middle of a thick forest.

“Somewhere safe.” He zips his pants.

But something deep down tells me there’s nowhere in the lands of Adam that we’ll ever be safe.