I punched him in the head. "You ruin my cutest bra, and I'll kick you halfway to impotence."
He glared, tail flexing under my back, arching me against him. "You think your threats hold any sway over me?" His teeth were stained with my blood.
"I'm going to Hell for this, aren't I?"
"You're already in it, maggot. The least you can get is a housewarming gift." He kissed the space between my decolletage. I gasped.
"Bastard!"
"Indeed." I was enveloped in darkness. His monstrous form disappeared. The wicked angel embraced me, with his legs twined into mine.
"Do you always wear jeans under the tacky black robe?" He ignored me. Sam caressed my spine, trailing kisses down my chest, to the hollow under my throat. His lips healed my wounds, glowing with warmth.
"Would you stop criticizing my fashion for once in your flea year life?" He pressed me into the wall.
"No," I raged.
