Alex tilted his head to look up at her. Towering over him, she was like a goddess. His lips curled into a smile, and he turned into her touch. He reached up to clasp her wrist, eyes closing as his lips parted slightly, wanton with desire.
He'd seen it all. Centuries of sin, of feeding, of pleasure and true sacrifice from the angel. It was a beautiful painting, and he'd been honored to become part of it. He needed the demon's touch to ease the burden he carried now, in his mind.