Dark Temptation

The Bedrom

[ Addison Kingsley ]

The sound of a piano stirred me from my dreams - mostly because I never heard anything so...beautiful...in my dreams before.

Especially not nightmares about being tortured.

My head was groggy and my body felt heavy, my hand going to cradle my forehead as I tried to sit up, only to stop when I felt a tug on the bend of my elbow.

Panic filled me, my eyes snapping open to see an IV line in my skin. Without thinking, I yanked it out quickly, hissing as I did and threw my legs over the side of the large plush bed I was laying it.

I forced myself to my feet, only for the world to spin before going dark and I collapsed to the carpeted floor.

I tried to blink through the stars and dizziness, hearing the piano stop and a door opened. "What're you doing?" A deep voice scolded, a shiver running through me at his voice, somehow familiar. Hands wrapped under me, a small gasp leaving me at the jolt that went through me, my vision clearing to look into the golden eyes of a dark haired man.

He was gorgeous - tousled dark brown hair, chiseled jaw, straight nose and full lips. His gaze met mine as he placed me in the bed again, his jaw tight and he scowled at me.

"You're not strong enough to move," he growled, sitting down at my hip and grabbing my wrist, checking the bleeding spot from the IV. Despite the obvious anger and aggression, his touch was incredibly light and gentle, small shudders going through me as his fingers danced over healing bruises and cuts.

I wanted his touch everywhere.

I mentally shook my head. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice coming out rasped and my mouth felt dry like I hadn't had water in days.

The man stood up, going to a small fridge beside a set of couches across the room.

"My name is Xander," he said, grabbing a bottle of water and walked back, cracking the top open before holding it out for me.

I took it gingerly, finding I had very little physical strength to hold it and it started to slip.

Xander caught it, sitting beside me again and cupped the back of my head, bringing the bottle to my lips.

"Drink," he commanded softly, tilting the bottle and I gulped down the refreshing liquid like I'd never had water before.

A small smirk quirked on Xander's lips as he pulled the bottle away, watching me gasp slightly and lick my lips to wet them.

A dark shadow glinted in his eyes - a hunger and lust that burned deep.

Something about them, a word slipped my lips in recognition. "Angel," I whispered, his eyes snapping to mine and softening with amusement. His fingers curled in the back of my hair, reminding me he was still holding me.

"Is that what I should call you?" He asked, his voice light and teasing, leaning in slightly as he tilted his head smirking.

My breath hitched, feeling his warm my skin and he smelt like sunshine and a deep earthy musk that thrilled and calmed me. I felt my keeps heat at his words, shaking my head.

"I'm Addison," I muttered, my voice coming out breathless.

Xander's smile was devastating, his eyes shining brightly. "Addison," he repeated in a husky whisper.

My mind pieced together the fragments.

I'd followed the demon to the backroom, but Xorax was expecting me and pinned me before I could do anything - next thing I know, he tied me to a chair and tortured me for hours, trying to get anything out of me.

Jokes on him.

I didn't know anything he wanted. I was there for revenge, not because The Order told me to be.

I searched Xander's eyes, knowing he was the angel who had saved me. But his amused words echoed in blackness. Not quite.

My eyes widened, realising why he had dark hair. "You're a Fallen,"

His face pinched with annoyance and anger for a moment. "And?" He clipped in a small growl.

I shook my head, "I don't mean anything by it!" I said quickly, finding myself reaching out to grab one of his large tanned hands, though he had the slight golden glow of an angel, the dulled dark edges hinted at his fallen status.

Angels only fell for two reasons - Hunters designed to kill demons or Deserters who sided with them.

Memories of the blinding holy light and the way his eyes shone like sunlight when he unleashed flooded my mind.

He watched me, his expression softening again, waiting for me to explain. I found myself blushing under his gaze.

"I've never met a Fallen before," I admitted in a small voice.

His lip twitched with a smirk. "There aren't many of us," he shrugged, his hand gently squeezing mine.

I looked over his handsome face, the question tumbling out before I could stop it. "Are you all so sexy?"

A chuckle rippled from him, dark and seductive as his eyes pinned mine, his hand tightening on my neck to pull me a fraction closer. "You think I'm sexy, huh?" He cooed, his voice teasing and husky.

I shuddered, my eyes unable to look away from his. "Maybe," I breathed, my voice shakey.

He looked over my face for a moment, his brows pulled together for a moment, a look of internal struggle in his eyes.

Finally, his eyes fell to my lips before he growled, "f**k it," and our lips suddenly collided.

I gasped, my hands going to his chest to push him away - only when his lips melted against mine, it broke something inside of me and my eyes closed, melting into him.

Fireworks burst behind my eyelids, a warmth spreading me and I felt a burst of intoxicating arousal.

My hands gripped his shirt, pulling him tighter against me and my head angled, giving into him.

His tongue swept my mouth, dancing with mine and our bodies fell into the mattress. I tangled a hand into his silky raven hair, a moan ripping from me.

I'd never felt anything like this. This desire. This need.

His hips pressing into me, a hard thick length rubbing against the ache between my thighs.

"f**k," I moaned at the same time he groaned, "s**t," with just as much gravel and lust in his voice.

Our eyes met, breaking apart for air.

"What the f**k?" I panted, my hands still fisted in his shirt and hair, his hands cupped the back of my neck, the other on my waist.

His thumb brushed against my n****e, a small whimper leaving me as a bolt of pleasure went straight to my p***y.

Xander smirked, dark and hungry. "Should I explain first?" He drawled, his hand moving to squeeze my breast and my body arched, rubbing my clit against the hard c**k in his pants. He chuckled, continuing over my moan. "Or should I f**k you first?"

My eyes snapped to his, only one question sticking in my mind. "f**k me first," I moaned out in a beg.