Your halo was sitting crooked on your head, representative of your crooked behavior as you turned your back on god in the worst way. But how were you to resist him? Even the legendary Lucifer himself had been well known to be beautiful but even he had nothing on Thomas.

You’d been sent to his realm on a mission. You were supposed to be acting as a spy, instead crawling into bed with the enemy at the first opportunity. He would never forgive you, but as you spent more time with Thomas, you found that you didn’t really care anymore.

You were distracted, Tom could tell and he didn’t like it one bit. You were his angel, practically sent here by god himself and he’d be damned if he didn’t have your full attention. He was a king, and you would treat him as such. He bit down on your neck roughly, feeling his eyes flicker red for a second as you cried out, threading your fingers through his hair. There we go, there was the attention he craved. He chuckled as you began to grind your hips onto his roughly, whining into his skin.

“Behave.” He growled lowly in your ear, making you gasp out. He threaded his fingers through the hair at the back of your neck, pulling your head back to look into your eyes making you whimper. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted his hand up, pushing his index and middle finger past your swollen lips, chuckling darkly when you sucked on them desperately. “Good girl. Always such a good girl.” He was yours, and tonight, you would relish in your sins.

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