Zamiel drew her into his arms. He grabbed her face gently, his icy fingers causing her to shiver for other reasons then the cold.
"Heaven. I don't want to bite you if the reason you are allowing it is to end my pain. I want you to want it for yourself. Not for me."
Heaven opened her mouth to protest, but he put a finger on her lips. "Think about it first. If I bit you now, what would it mean to you? Or to your plan to become a ruler? I want you to make the choice thinking of how it will benefit you."
Benefit her? She didn't want him to bite her to benefit from it. She wanted him to bite her because… because…
Why did she want to be bitten?
There was no particular reason. It was just an urge she couldn't explain. A part of her that knew she belonged to this silver-eyed demon, and that he belonged to her.
