Fighting the Darkness 2

The Darkness Within

She laughed. She couldn’t help it, but she had to laugh. She shook her head astonishment and reached up to gather back her long blonde hair. He watched in silence as she straightened it and then stood himself and began to gather his clothes.

“I shall go into town tomorrow and obtain a special license. We can be married on Saturday by the curate in the next village.”

She moved over to her great-grandfather’s gravestone and hoisted herself on top of it. She watched as he frowned at her for using it so. She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to say something.

“And why do you think we should marry?” she asked.

He jerked back in surprise and gestured to her and then himself before gesturing to the ground. She smiled and shook her head. The very idea of marriage and to him of all people was laughable and yet…

She looked up at him. “Vicar, do you believe that fornication is a sin?”

His face flushed and he reached up to pull his collar away from his throat as if it was suddenly choking him. “Not when it occurs between a man and wife.”

She smiled. “So you believe that what just occurred between us was a sin?”

He nodded and looked back at the ground where they had just fucked.

She asked, “And what happens to sinners?”

He stood taller and tilted his head as if he could not understand the question.

She smiled and asked, “Do you believe that sinners go to hell?”

He nodded again.

She made a move to get down from the top of the gravestone and he came over to help her. As he put her down she made sure that her body touched his and as she slid down the length of him she remembered his thick cock thrusting inside her.

She looked up at him. Reaching deep down inside herself she managed to pull the remnants of Victoria the virgin up and the smile that she gave him was one of innocence and sweetness.

“I would be honored to be your wife,” she whispered.

The Vicar smiled in relief and leaned down to plant a chaste kiss on her forehead. As he turned to find his hat he did not see the look that crossed her face. Had he, he might have reconsidered his offer.

xxxxx

They were married the following Saturday at the tiny church in the next village. The curate, a stranger to both of them, was happy to perform the service and more than happy to receive the monetary gift that Victoria slid to him beforehand.

They brunched at the manor with Adam’s uncle Dr. Mortimer and when Victoria insisted that Mrs. Robbins, the closest thing to family that she had, sit down to join them, the older woman cried.

When they returned from their honeymoon Victoria knew it would be time for Mrs. Robbins to be pensioned out.

It was a lovely meal and laughter and smiles were plentiful. Adam was grinning from ear to ear and Victoria loved seeing how happy he was. If he was still smiling in the morning she would be surprised.

A little after two they departed, at Victoria’s insistence they were honeymooning at a small cottage at the far reaches of her estate, and she wanted to reach it before nightfall.

Adam was quite talkative during the carriage ride and Victoria wondered if he was nervous. She reached over and grabbed his hand and as he smiled at her she felt his hand shake within hers.

She frowned at that. It wasn’t as if they were new to each other. They had already fucked, he had already been buried deep within her, what was there to be nervous about?

She pulled her hand back and reached down to squeeze his thigh. His smile when it came was more nervous than before.

“I’m looking forward to this. To being alone with you,” Victoria whispered as she leaned towards him.

He swallowed hard. “You are?”

She nodded. “I’ve been dreaming of it all week. Of you. Of your mouth on mine.”

He swallowed again and looked down at her lips. She licked them slowly, sensuously, and she watched as his throat moved convulsively.

Her hand moved higher on his thigh and he looked down at it. When she reached out slowly to touch the bulge that lay between his thighs his eyes widened and he looked back up at her.

“I’ve been dreaming of our time in the cemetery,” she said.

“You have?”

She nodded and squeezed the ridge of him that was already beginning to rise.

“Have you thought about it since then husband?”

He nodded. “Yes,” he whispered.

She smiled at that. “What did you think about?”

He looked uncomfortable at that and glanced out the window instead of answering. She followed his gaze. It would soon be dark and as night began to fall Victoria found that she was growing more and more impatient. She wanted to be there already. She wanted him naked beneath her on the bed with his cock between her legs.

She looked back at him and this time he was looking at her. He leaned down and his mouth moved towards her in agonizing slowness.

Impatiently she reached up and grabbed his coat and pulled him to her. The minute his lips touched hers she sent her tongue out and plunged it into his mouth. This time she was the one invading his body as she thrust her tongue over and over into his mouth. She felt him squirm on the seat next to her and his cock grew thicker beneath her hand.

She was about to reach for the closure on his pants when she felt the carriage slow. She pulled away from him and looked out to see that they had finally arrived at the cottage. She smiled in anticipation.

It took almost an hour to get their luggage into the cottage and to unload the other things from the cart that had followed behind them. By the end of it Victoria was almost aflame with rage. It seemed as if the stupid footmen were moving in slow motion and she was tempted to scream at them, but she knew that she had an image that she must continue to present to the world.

When it was finally done and the carriage and cart were departing she stood outside and watched them leave. She took a few deep breaths; the night was growing cold and the sharp feel of the crisp air in her lungs gave her a little relief from the fire that was raging through her body.

Turning, she went into the cottage and latched the door behind her.

xxxxx

The cottage was one large room, one end dominated by a large fireplace that heated it and at which they would be expected to cook their own meals. At Victoria’s insistence Mrs. Robbins had sent them with enough food stores to last a week. While she did not look forward to playing the little wife and preparing meals, she also did not want to be disturbed by servants bringing more food. She had never cooked before, but she was confident that they wouldn’t starve.

And food was really the last thing on her mind. If she was lucky and everything went to plan then the two of them would spend most of their days in bed. The only thing she was hungry for was her sweet, still-innocent husband and his body.

Adam was at the other end of the room near the bed. He was opening his cases and putting his clothes in the chest of drawers. He looked up as she latched the door and said, “I left you some space here. I didn’t want to go into your things, but I can unpack for you if you like.”

She didn’t say anything. Instead she reached up and removed her bonnet and threw it towards the table. It missed and hit the floor but she didn’t bother to stop and pick it up.

Adam looked away from her and back to the task at hand and she took of her coat. She didn’t bother trying to hang it up either, she left it lying on the floor and approached him. He looked up when she reached him and she turned her back. “Will you unbutton my gown?”

He didn’t say anything and she felt that his hands were still shaking as he slowly undid the tiny little pearl buttons that made up her wedding dress.

When it was loose about her she turned and as he watched she pushed it down and stepped out of it. She left it in a pool of silk on the floor as she turned again for him to unlace her corset. His hands were even shakier this time and she smiled a small smile. By the end of the evening her nervous shy husband would hopefully be a thing of the past.

When the corset was undone she let it fall and when she turned to face him once more she knew her dark nipples were visible through the sheer chemise.

She moved past him and sat on the bed, bringing her leg up. She removed her silk slippers, the same light blue as her wedding dress, and then reached up under her chemise to untie the ribbons that held up her stockings.

He watched, his face still and pale, as she pushed first one white stocking down and then the other. When they were both off and his cock was straining the front of his trousers, she stood and in one quick move pulled her chemise over her head.

She threw it on the floor behind him, but she didn’t meet his eyes. Instead she turned and slowly crawled up the bed, taking her time so that he could appreciate what she was offering him.

When she was at the head of the bed she turned and lay down upon it. His face was intent and the look of animalistic lust that she had seen in the cemetery was finally back. She smiled slowly at him as she spread her legs, opening her pussy for him to feast his eyes on.

She reached down and parted her pink shiny lips. She was already wet with anticipation. “Have you ever seen a pussy before you saw mine in the cemetery?”

He shook his head.

“Have you ever touched a pussy besides mine?”

He shook his head again.

“Take off your clothes.”

He jumped a little at the command, but instantly he obeyed her as he pulled off his overcoat and then his coat and waistcoat.

She bit her lips as he opened his shirt and pushed it off his wide shoulders. She practically purred. She had not seen his chest in the cemetery, but she wasn’t disappointed now. It was broad and muscled and had a light dusting of blonde hair on it.

He was delectable.

He sat and removed his shoes and stockings and then stood to unbutton his pants. His hands were shaking again as he pushed them down and stepped out of them. His smalls were already tented by his thick cock and she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

His eyes widened at that and she smiled as he pushed them off. His cock instantly sprang up and she felt fluid run out of her at the sight of it.

She spread her legs wider and with her fingers she pulled her lips open even more. “I want you to lick me. I want you to crawl to me and put your mouth to my pussy.”

He hesitated, one knee on the bed, and his face was both shocked and aroused.

“Come husband, do as I tell you.”

At the word husband she saw his cock jump and then he was on the bed and crawling towards her. When he was even with her pussy she saw his hesitation as he stared down at her inner flower.

“That is my pussy husband. Say it. Say pussy.”

His voice was thick when his whisper came, “Pussy.”

She nodded in pleasure. “And now I choose to share my pussy with you. To do with as you wish. As I wish. To kiss, to lick, to touch, to bury your cock deep within. We shall share my pussy and the pleasure that it can bring.”

He looked up at her and she nodded at him. “So kiss my pussy husband. Stick your tongue in it and bring me pleasure.”

He hesitated for only a second and then he bent his head and gently kissed her. “Good boy,” she said with a smile on her face and he looked back up at her. At her nod he bent his head back to the task and tentatively his tongue came out to lick her.

“Don’t be shy husband. Remember it’s your pussy too. Show it how much you want it.”

His hands came up and pushed hers away to spread her wide. His tongue when it came again was more forceful, more possessive, and she smiled at the ceiling in pleasure. “That’s it my husband. Go deep.”

He followed her directions perfectly, thrusting his tongue deep inside her. When he pulled it out he sent it over the bud at the top of her lips and her moan of pleasure caught his attention. Sending his tongue back over that spot he listened in amazement as his wife whimpered in desire. He had found the magic spot.

Focusing his attention on that spot had her squirming across the bed and he had to use one arm across her stomach to hold her in place. She seemed to like that so held her down even tighter while he used his teeth to nibble at her pussy. That drove her wild and he felt his cock grow even harder. So hard that he had to press it down on the bed, but that only set off a wave of pleasure. So as he licked and nibbled at his wife’s pussy he ground his cock into the bed again and again.

Her hands came down and she grabbed fistfuls of his hair as she tried to pull him up. “I need you,” she said in a frantic whisper. “I need you inside me now.”

Reluctantly he pulled his mouth from her pussy and moved upwards until his cock was at the entrance to her. He looked down into her beautiful face and for a moment he was mesmerized. She looked different in this light. Like herself, but more mystic, more ethereal and that gave him pause, but she thrust upward and the tip of his cock slipped inside her.

That was all it took. Just a little way in and he was like a man possessed. With a groan he thrust down into her with all his strength and felt it as her tight walls parted for him.

He looked down into her face and for the first time she looked at him with something that might have approached love. “Welcome home Adam, my husband.”

And then he felt her hands come up to grab his sides, “Fuck me,” she whispered.

He came to his knees to get more leverage and she pulled her legs back until they almost touched her chest. On his next plunge her went even deeper inside her, so deep that he hit against a barrier and she grunted. In pleasure or pain he wasn’t sure, but she didn’t stop him. Instead she lifted her hips up to meet his.

They soon began a rhythm that had her whimpering with every thrust and the look that she gave him as she lay beneath him with his cock plowing into her made something deep within him open wide.

He felt more animal than human as he thrust and withdrew. The sounds that were coming out of his mouth were like nothing he had ever heard before, but from the look on her face they did not disgust her.

Her nails raked over his waist as she pulled him towards her as if it wasn’t possible for him to be deep enough inside her.

He pushed her leg up further and moved his hand down to her ass. He leaned down until his mouth was level with her ear and he whispered, “Do you want my finger inside your ass again?”

He pulled back and looked down at her. Her face was desperate as she nodded. “Yes!”

He nodded and reached down until he felt the tight pucker of her ass. “Tell me,” he said.

She looked up at him in surprise at the command in his voice, but when her voice came it was feral, “Put your finger in my ass husband.”

He smiled and pushed his finger in. At first it was tight, the tiny pucker tried to push him back out, but he resisted and pushed harder. And then with a soundless plop his finger was in her ass and she was screaming as she came.

He didn’t stop though. Instead he kept thrusting his cock and his finger in unison. Almost as soon as she stopped coming she started again and he felt on edge as her walls squeezed him, his control almost lost.

Her eyes came open during the throes of her second orgasm and as she stared up at him he went over the edge pouring his seed deep within her.

She moved then, pushing him to his back as she sat up, taking charge. She leaned forward and he closed his eyes as her kisses rained over his face.

Her voice was strained, as if she was crying, as she said his name over and over again.

“Adam, Adam…oh my Adam.”

He smiled and as she fell to her stomach on top of him he drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later he regained consciousness and moved her off him. She opened her eyes and when she saw him she smiled and then closed her eyes again and went back to sleep.

He stared at her as he replayed the last hour and then he closed his eyes and joined her in sleep.

xxxxx

He woke to the morning sun streaming in through the windows and her mouth on his cock. He smiled and made a noise and she pulled back to look at him.

“Good morning husband.”

He reached down and ran his hand across her hair. “Good morning wife.”

She smiled a devilish smile and leaned forward to lick the tip of him. “Do you like the way my mouth feels on your cock?” she asked.

He nodded and laughed. “It is now my favorite way to wake in the morning. Careful or I shall insist you wake me this way every morn.”

Her eyes were twinkling as she said, “I would not say no if you asked nicely.”

She leaned forward again and took him into her warm, wet mouth. As she moved her mouth up and down his shaft he could not help but thrust his hips towards her.

It did not take long for the fever to rise within him and she felt it as his sac drew up against his body and his cock tightened. Instead of letting him withdraw she gripped him hard at the base of his cock and pushed more of him into her mouth until the tip of him was in her throat. She gagged at that, but the discomfort was worth the sound of pleasure that he made.

He groaned and she felt his cock contract and then his warm seed was filling her mouth and pouring down her throat.

When she finally pulled him from her mouth his body was slack on the bed and she crawled up to look at his face. “Are you still alive husband?”

He groaned but did not open his eyes. “I am uncertain.”

She giggled and leaned down to plant a kiss on his mouth. “I hope you are able to recover yourself quickly. I find that giving you pleasure makes my body flame with need.”

He cracked open one eye at that and looked at her. “It does?”

She nodded and propped her head up on her hand so that she could stare down at him. “The sight of you, the smell of your skin, the sounds that you make, all combine to make me ache with desire.”

He rolled towards her and his hand came up to rub lightly over her back and ass. His next words shocked her. “The minute that I saw you my body was aflame.”

She raised an eyebrow. “It was?”

He nodded and squeezed her ass. “Oh yes. I wanted to push you to the ground and let the swans watch me take you.”

She laughed and he nodded. “I know. Shocking. I had never thought that way before. It is not the way a proper vicar should feel or think.”

She pushed her ass up to meet his teasing hand. “I do not want you to be a proper vicar,” she whispered.

“No?”

She shook her head. “No. I want you to be my husband, my Adam.”

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “And as your husband how shall I act?”

His finger traced the line that cleaved her ass in two. “As your husband should I fuck you?”

She nodded.

“As your husband should I lick your pussy?”

She nodded again.

“As your husband should I stick my finger here?’

She nodded her head and whimpered with need at his words.

His finger pushed inward until it met resistance.

She bowed her head towards the bed and he pushed his finger harder. He leaned forward and kissed the side of her face. “My wife. My love. My mate.”

Her face rose from the bed and he met her hungry mouth with his own as he fucked her ass with his finger. She pushed her pussy down into the bed, her clit hitting a ridge on the coverlet that made her pleasure even more intense as he moved his finger in and out of her.

Needing to breathe he pulled back and smiled down at her face. The pleasure was so great that she was in agony and he watched her face as his finger kept moving inside her.

She opened her dark eyes and the intense emotion within them made him lose his grip on reality. He was lost in her, drowning, but his finger never stopped as he continued to bring her pleasure. When screamed his name he was brought back to flesh and to Earth as she shrieked out her release.

She dropped to the bed and gently he removed his finger. She whimpered at the loss and he smiled at the ceiling of the dark room.

A few minutes later he rolled from the bed and went over and lit a lamp on the kitchen table. He turned to look back at her and saw that she was sitting up in the middle of the bed, her hair a golden cascade down her back, her glorious breasts shining in the dim light. Her face was pale and she looked concerned.

“Are you hungry my love?” he asked and she nodded.

“I think for once I should serve you.” He smiled as he said the words but her face grew more concerned.

She made a move to get up but he shook his head gently and made a gesture for her to remain seated. Going over to the table he washed his hands in a bowel of water that one of the footmen had left for them and then found the picnic hamper that Mrs. Robbins had sent.

Ignoring her watchful eyes he brought the hamper over to the bed and opened it. Inside was cold chicken, bread, cheese, fruit, and a bottle of wine.

He smiled at her. “Hark your husband, hunter and provider of sustenance!”

Despite her still worried face she laughed like a small girl and moved so that he could sit down with his back against the headboard.

Neither of them moved to cover themselves and had anyone been there to witness their lavish feast they would have been shocked. More of the wine landed on them then in them and food was eaten off bodies rather than plates. Tongues and fingers were used instead of utensils and more than one orgasm was enjoyed by both before the meal was finished.

When the last of the food had been ate and the last of the wine drank, Adam sat the basket down on the floor next to the bed and pulled her to him.

“Husband?” she whispered.

“Yes?”

“You remember?”

His voice was quiet, soft, untroubled, as he said, “Yes.”

“You are not angry with me?”

He shook his head.

They slept then. The sleep of the united. The covers pushed to the floor. Adam and his wife were both naked and they felt no shame.

xxxxx

The carriage halted and Victoria lifted the shade on the window to peer out. It was a damp, cold, foggy night and the street they were on was narrow and dark. The only thing to see out the window was a dirty brick building.

Her driver got down off the carriage and came to open the door. “This is the place my Lady,” he said as he let down the carriage steps.

She let him help her out and they stood looking at the tavern across the street. It was a dirty nasty place and the smell of piss and vomit wafted across the street. It was the kind of place that no proper woman should ever visit. It was just the place Victoria was looking for.

“And you’re sure he’s in there Isaiah?”

He nodded and looked down at her. “Do you want me to go in with you?”

She shook her head. “No. Stay with the carriage.”

He started to say something but stopped. She looked up at him, which wasn’t easy as he stood almost seven feet tall.

“Do you not think I can take care of myself?” she asked him with a smile.

He hesitated and the look he gave her was shy. “I have no fear of that my Lady.”

She nodded and in a few of her long forceful steps she was across the street. The rough wooden door was open to let in the night air and the sounds of drunk men and revelry rose up to meet her as she stood in the doorway.

Here and there men turned to look and when they saw a woman standing at the entrance they frowned. Their frowns were quickly replaced by looks of amazement as they saw what she was wearing.

Months before, right after her marriage, she had stopped wearing the corsets, dresses, and frilly petticoats and began to wear more comfortable clothes. She was now met with shock and sometimes horror when strangers saw her new mode of dress.

Seeing the dark head that she was seeking she stepped in. The room was in complete silence as she made her way past packed tables of men and the wenches who served them. She passed a whore seated on a well-dressed man’s lap and the whore smiled at her and nodded when she saw what Victoria was wearing.

Victoria smiled back and kept going.

She stopped at his table, not saying anything and it was a minute or two before he raised his head. His eyes rose from her shiny black Hessian books with her tightly fitted black breeches tucked into them, to her black velvet waistcoat and black silk shirt beneath, to her face. When he saw it was her, he gasped.

“Hello,” she said.

His eyebrow raised as he looked back down at her outfit and she let him look his fill for a moment before she sat down in the chair across from him.

“What was it you were calling yourself when we met this time?” she asked. “Raphael?”

She didn’t wait for his reply as she raised her hand and motioned for the serving wench. The young girl came reluctantly and Victoria handed her a gold coin, “Please bring me a glass.”

She looked at the bottle Raphael had been drinking from and saw that most of it was gone. She nodded at the bottle and said, “And another bottle as well.”

The girl looked down in amazement at the gold coin in her hand and whirled around to fetch what Victoria wanted.

Victoria looked back up at him and saw that he looked just as amazed as the other patrons in the tavern.

Finally, he spoke. “What are you doing here?”

His voice was cracked, horse and deep and she hid the shudder that it sent through her bones, but only just.

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. “Looking for you of course.”

He smiled that slow, dark, dangerous smile that she knew so well and her heart turned over in her chest. “Changed your mind did you? Took you long enough. Almost half a year.”

She smiled back. “Oh my mind is changed alright. But unfortunately for you, not in a way you’ll like.”

Before she could say more the girl brought her a not very clean glass and a bottle of cheap whiskey. “Is this the best you’ve got?” Victoria asked with a nod towards the bottle.

The girl looked worried as she said. “Yes, Missus.”

Victoria nodded and reached into her waistcoat pocked and produced five more gold coins. She held them up and looked at the girl. “If I give you this will you promise to leave this place? To go forth and build a better life?”

The girl looked at her in uncertainty. “What can I do Missus? I got nuthin’ else.”

Victoria looked around at the filthy tavern and the dirty rough men who stared back at her. She leaned forward and said. “I care not what you do, but that you control your own life. Go and buy a house. Make it a whore’s den if you wish. But pick and choose the men you fuck with care. Be your own Mistress.”

The girl nodded. Her eyes were riveted on the gold.

Victoria sighed. The young girl probably wouldn’t listen, but she had done what she could. She handed the coins to the girl. “My man is outside. Very tall, very scary looking. If you go and tell him I sent you he will fetch you a carriage to take you away.”

The girl nodded and scuttled out the door. Victoria sighed and turned back to look at the man across from her. He shook his head and only one word came out of his mouth. “Fuck.”

She laughed at that and leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms across her chest. “Hello Samael.”

xxxxx

They stared at each other, eyes locked in battle.

Finally he sighed and rolled his shoulders before leaning forward in his chair. “Will it do me any good to ask you not to be angry with me?”

He saw the rage building in her and like always it both turned him on and scared him a little. She was an awesome and beautiful thing.

“Wife…” he started to say but she cut him off with a slashing motion of her hand.

“Do not call me that! I am not your wife any longer.”

He sat back in the chair and matched her position by crossing his arms across his chest. “You are my wife. You will always be my wife.”

She shook her head and smiled at him. It was just as scary as her rage and just as beautiful. “No. I am no longer bound to you. You have seen to that. You forced me into this mortal coil and as this mortal, as this…Victoria, I have taken another. I have married another man.”

His face turned purple with rage as he sat forward and reached across the table to grab her wrist. His grip was strong, punishing, powerful and the men at the next table heard the snapping of the bones in her delicate looking wrist as he grabbed it.

But she did not flinch. She stared back at him as he ground the words out between his clenched jaw. “You are mine. My wife. My mate. My other for all of eternity. You bound yourself to me that day in the desert and you cannot undo what has been done.”

She shook her head and pulled her hand away from his, bones snapping as she did. “You are nothing to me now. Nothing! You lost me the minute you tried to control me. The minute you told me what to do.”

He roared then, a sound filled with a rage so powerful that it reverberated off the walls. Most of the men in the tavern got up and ran out the door and the owner crouched down behind the raggedy bar. “I was not trying to control you! I simply wanted you to listen to me for once. To listen to reason!”

She stood then and pushed her chair away. It fell to the floor with a sharp snap that cleared the rest of the tavern. Her face was aflame with rage as she screamed, “And when I did not listen to you, you plotted against me with the enemy!”

He shook his head and stood to his feet.

Her body shook as the rage within her increased to such a pitch that the room seemed alive with it. Her voice rose as she screamed, “For five hundred years you have kept me bound to you. Born again and again as a mortal to satisfy your desires. To keep me at your side. A pact you made with him so that you would not be alone.”

“No! Because I love you!” he screamed.

“Love?” she scoffed. “Do you not understand that it is that very love that creates the chains that bound me?”

His eyes looked pleading as he said, “I did not know what he would do. I did not know that he would make you mortal. That he would take away who you were.”

She shook her head and her voice was quieter as she said, “I am unsure if that is the truth or not. I can no longer believe anything you said. You turned against me. You went to our enemy and plotted with him. You, who has always claimed we are nothing more to him than playthings, to be moved about at his will.”

He sat back in his chair and put his head in his hands. His voice when it came was soft, pleading. “You were leaving me. I could not bear for you to go. I could not bear the thought of losing you.”

She sat down and opened the bottle and poured herself a glass of the cheap Scotch. Raising the glass to her mouth she drank it down in one gulp and slapped the glass back on the table. A man who had been hiding behind a table got up and ran at that.

She watched him go without interest.

She turned her head and Samael was looking up at her. “Why?” she whispered. “Why did you need to control me?”

He shook his head. “My beloved I was not trying to control you. In your eagerness you were being rash and I just wanted you to slow down and think. I just wanted to advise you the way that you had always advised me, but…” he stopped and turned to look away.

She looked at his face. “What?”

He took a deep breath and looked back at her. “You are so afraid of someone controlling you, of trying to dominate and master you, that you have become paranoid.”

He face grew angry at that and she was the one who looked away.

“I loved you,” she said.

“I love you,” he replied. “I will always love you. We are mated. Husband and wife.”

She shook her head. “No. Not anymore.”

She turned back to look at him. His face was red. Two bright spots of anger high on his cheekbones. “What have you done?” he asked.

“I found him.”

“Who,” he asked.

She licked her lips and looked down at the table. When she looked up again for the first time she looked hesitant. “Adam,” she whispered.

xxxxx

Ten minutes later Isaiah finally went into the tavern. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to disobey orders, but he was also worried at the sounds of destruction coming from the small tavern. The very walls of the building were shaking.

He walked in and saw her sitting at a table, her hands on her lap, a look of concern on her face as she watched Samael tear the tavern apart. He went up to her, careful to avoid the destruction taking place and she looked up at him.

“I was worried about you,” he said quietly and she nodded at him.

It was then that Samael looked up at him. When he saw Isaiah he hesitated but then brought a chair down against the bar. Banging it again and again against it until it all that remained was a few sticks.

He threw those down with a growl of rage and reached up to push his sweaty hair back from his face. He turned to her and screamed, “Fuck you! Fuck you!”

She nodded at him in understanding and his body shook with rage.

It was a few minutes before he could calm himself down and when he did he leaned forward and put his hands on his knees. She could hear him taking deep breaths in and out and she looked up at Isaiah. “We’ll be fine now. You can wait outside.”

Isaiah nodded and as he went past him Samael raised his head and looked at him. “Boss,” Isaiah said as their eyes met.

Samael didn’t answer him.

“Come and sit down Samael,” she said. “Let us share a drink.”

He looked up at her. “I don’t want to share a fucking drink with you! I want to hear why you went looking for him!”

“I did not go looking for him. He came to me. The morning after you choked me…after you choked Victoria in the library, he appeared.”

He came closer despite himself and he looked down at her. “And just like that you took him back?”

She shook her head. “I did not know who he was. Who I was, Samael. He was just a nice man who came to visit me.”

He snorted at that. “A nice man! That’s not how the old you would have described him.”

She shook her head. “No. You are right. I would have called him a thousand names, but you also know that despite it all I have never forgotten him. No matter how much I wanted to hate him for his controlling ways, for his insistence that he was better than me, that he was my lord and master, I have not been able to stop loving him. I have never lied to you about that.”

A look of pain flashed across his face at that and she reached out to touched his hand. “I love you Samael. You must know that. You and I are as one. We are mated. But he is here…” she raised her hand to her chest and to then to her head, “And here.”

“And so you love him more than me.”

His words were ripped from a soul torn in two.

She raised her shoulders. “I do not know. I only know that when he and I mated…” she paused at the look of agony that moved across his face.

“When he and I mated and I looked into his eyes I began to know who I really was, who he had been. It was his beloved eyes that woke me to my true self. I felt them in every corner of my being and they woke me from the prison that you and God have kept me in for almost a thousand years.”

She stood and faced him. She was shorter than he was, but she was his equal in every other way. “And so once more I stand before you not as Victoria, a mere mortal girl, but as Lilith your Queen.”

She reached down and grabbed his hand. “But you know that I am also Lilith, partner of Adam. The first woman that God created. And I tell you the truth my Samael, my beloved demon lover and mate, despite the love that I feel for you and all of time that has passed since the day I left that hated Garden, I love him still.”

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO