I took her hands in mine and pushed her backwards toward the wall, her breath ceaselessly cascading down my bare chest.
Her back hit the wall and she nearly gasped, then stared at me, bright blue eyes giving a seducing look, "You know, sex is a sin." She clawed at my back lightly.
I gave a side smile and skimmed my lips on the side of her neck, "Then I guess I'm not the angel He thought I was."
A moan escaped her lips, and she raced her hands down from my chest to the button on my jeans, "We better start praying soon."
I brought myself to her face, my lips brushing hers and my hands tracing under her shirt, "It can wait."
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James is the last angel alive, and quite honestly, the most sinful angel alive.
His desire for humans has left him into a life of blasphemy and sin, but he doesn't care.
God wants him to protect a human, a girl. But the Werewolves of Satan want her, too, or else he will be killed.
Will he protect her? Or cast her to death?