Marli_Hanekom

Christine didn't know why her dreams were filled with angels.

Little did she know she was a reincarnation of the Angel of War.

Lucian who damned himself to follow his lover to earth was left broken to see her die over and over again.

Uriel who always hid his feelings in the shadows will not back down.

Who will win her love in the end?

This is a slow burn romance.

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Lucian took a step forward, Christine took a step back, her back hit the door. Lucian placed his hands on either side of her head pinning her in, his face came closer, she could feel his breath. "What does your gut tell you, Miss Parkins?"

Christine couldn't think, she was already undressing him. She averted her gaze, he removed this right hand, placing his fingers under her chin. He forced her face gently so that she was looking into his eyes.

"Do not look away from me, tell me what does your gut say?"

Christine gulped. "M... My gut says you are hiding behind a barrier, you are not dangerous to me."

Lucian smiled at her, he moved his face an inch closer, their noses almost touching. "I am a very dangerous man, Miss Parkins. Your gut is wrong."

Christine's head was spinning, then why did he ask me what my gut says if he will only brush it off? Before she could muster a retort her cooking alarm went off.

"That would be lunch."

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Warning: This story does contain smut, R-18. Please proceed with caution.

*Disclaimer: The cover does not belong to me and all credit goes to the artist.

Forsaken : The Angel wars

Christine let out a squeal of delight at what she saw in the memory. They- they were going to have... She and Uriel were going, "Did we do it? Oh my god! Show me what I have answered!"

She couldn't contain the happiness she was feeling in seeing what transpired between her and Uriel. The memory slowly started playing again.

*What she desired? She desired Uriel to be buried inside of her, his tongue made her skin tremble with goosebumps and the way he kissed her skin, it was as if he was afraid that she will break.

She felt his fingers near her fold where her lacey undergarments stopped, her pearl was quivering and she wanted, no needed him to take her.

Uriel was still waiting for her to answer him, his lips inches from her thigh, his fingers where she wanted it to be near her fold ready to enter her. She unhitched her nails from his back, she knew she should be trickling wet.