Kissing Ethan was like drifting into a part of heaven I had never known to exist. And I had an angel in my arsenal. I knew what heaven looked like. I knew how it worked. But, of course, there were things about it I didn't know, and that's how I felt about Ethan. I knew so many men. But, Ethan was different than they were. Maybe it was because he wasn't a mortal, which was who I usually chose to lay with.
Naked, we were holding each other, having spent our energy the past few hours. He was playing with the hair on my head when he asked, "This vampire that you are. What's her story?" His voice was gruff, filled with tiredness, the longing to sleep.
I turned so that I was still in his arms, but so I could look him in the eyes. "Her name is Daphne. She was 932 years old when we met 4 years ago. She is a business tycoon who owns half of Las Vegas. Everything is under her control. She's a good woman. Knows how to handle herself."
"How did you meet?" Ethan asked, his fingers moved to my face as the tips touched ever so lightly along the skin of my forehead. My cheeks. My jawline.
"Gambling and sex. It was 4 years ago. I was 16 and stupid. I had gotten caught counting cards at one of her casinos, and I was fucking the boys that had caught me when Daphne walked in all matter of fact, watched us finish then brought me up to her office. Offered me a job. I took it."
"So, how do you shift into them?"
I put a finger to his lips. "You talk to much. I want to know more about you. Why are you a fallen angel? What happened?"
