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I checked the door for a locking mechanism but didn't find anything. Pulling up a chair against it would have been futile, since it slid to the sides.
I sucked in my lower lip and caught another reflection of myself in the mirror, and the dire need for a shower convinced me to get over my insecurities and strip out of my clothes. I pushed thoughts of Azazel walking in on me out of my head and stepped to the walled in shower, looking for a mechanism that would turn it on.
The moment I put my foot in, however, water began to pour from the ceiling like a heavy rain shower. Holding out my hand, I decided it was warm enough and fully stepped in.
The spray was harder than I preferred, but it did the trick. On a shelf I spied a variety of shower lotions, shampoo, and even conditioner, and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the feeling of getting cleaned up. Even though my ears stayed peeled for any telltale sign of somebody entering the main room, I somewhat relaxed.
Actually, the spray hitting my nipples was arousing in its own way and brought back images of Azazel and our kiss. Fortunately, or unfortunately, however you want to look it at, my mind was too wired to explore all these new sensations running through me. I still listened for a noise that would give away somebody entering and finished my shower as quickly as possible.
The towels that had been hung on the outside of the shower wall were large, soft, and warm. They cocooned my body in a way that made me feel safe, despite wearing only a towel.
I didn't want to get back into my dirty clothes and left them in a neat heap in a corner, unsure of what to do with them. I suppose I could have washed them, but the darkened room was getting to me, and I wanted to leave the bathroom for the main chamber where I could keep an eye on the entrance.
The window pulled me toward it like a magnet. Looking up, I made out millions of stars, and for a moment I wondered which one the Daemons had come from, if theirs was even visible from here.
I refused to look down at the city below, it would be too depressing and unsettling. Even now I could see smaller lit up shuttles going back and forth from theAsphodelto New York and vice versa.
Was this only happening here? Or all over the states, the world? Azazel had only mentioned theAsphodel, but I didn't know if it was the only one. Which led me to worrying about my parents. Were they okay? Besides being worried out of their minds about me? I forced myself to believe that they were safe at their shelter.
Shame filled me that I hadn't believed them when they told me I wasn't human. Had I listened to them and asked questions instead of avoiding them, I would have not only believed them, but it would also have explained all my perceived shortcomings as a human. I wondered how different things would have been. Would I be safe with them right now? Would Alex be there, and would I have developed feelings for him in a couple of years like he had predicted?
I turned from the window, tired of pondering my life, what would have been, and the atrocities being done right now to the planet I had grown up on. I had no power, was barely alive as it was, and only because Azazel had interfered.
Azazel.
What did the alien want from me? Why were we so attracted to one another? Or was that just his demonic power luring me in?
The door slid open and thankfully stopped my endlessly whirring mind from driving me even more crazy.
My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. So far, I hadn't taken a moment to truly take in his breathtaking appearance.
The doors here were high, probably close to seven feet to accommodate his height, which was easily six and a half feet.
Six and a half feet of muscle, I amended. Never had I seen biceps as thick as his, ropes of muscle coiled around his arms, making me swallow at the memory of them holding me.
His chest was wide, and his shirt, which was ripped in many places from his fight, gave me a view of chiseled pecs and abs.
His square face gave off an aura of malice, which wasn't helped by his demonic red eyes. The dancing flames of the torches accentuated the shadows on his cheeks. And yet I didn't experience any fear of him. To me, his face was at once hypnotizing and chilling. Still, had it not been for the smile forming on his lips, I would have taken a step back from him as he stepped forward. The smile, however, transformed his face, turning his red eyes into something less sinister.
"Fay." My name was like an exhale as his lips curved at seeing me.
The door closed behind him, and he took a few steps toward me, giving him the appearance of a stalking panther. Every instinct in me screamed to take a step back to retreat, but I stood my ground.
He reached me and placed both of his hands gently against my cheeks, which was when I realized he had black claws instead of nails on his fingertips and I swallowed audibly.
My hands automatically moved up, and I pressed my palms against his chest, where I felt his heart beating strongly and somewhat reassuringly. He might have been an alien, but he did have a heart.
Deep down, I knew how ridiculous that idea was. There were plenty of humans with black hearts out there, so having a heart really didn't mean a thing, but for some reason, feeling the beat of his comforted me.
"You are so beautiful, karamia."
His words were like silk caressing my skin, and I could have gotten lost in the sound of his deep voice alone. So throaty it gave me chills.
His head angled, lowered, and hesitated only for a moment before his lips met mine. The second they made contact, every single doubt that had been tormenting me left. Never in my life had I felt more comforted and safer than right then in his arms.
Still heavily panting, I pushed him from me gently, breaking our kiss to stare into the depths of his dark ruby eyes. I needed a moment to catch my breath, to sort through the onslaught of the never before experienced sensations rushing through my body like a tidal wave.
His gaze was inquisitive as I ran my hands over his broad chest, no longer pushing him from me. I needed time to explore him and the things my body was doing. From the tingling in my nipples and the flutters in my stomach to the pulsing sensation in my clit drenching my pussy, I needed a moment to just sort through it and savor it.
