"Yes..." I moaned.
Samael finally joined in, and we sounded like a pair of drunken wolves.
He grinned smugly. I collapsed against him, breaths hard, chest pounding. He embraced me, kissing my forehead. "Well, I don't know exactly where we got, but we got somewhere," he observed wryly. "Owning your soul is quite interesting. Now that you are immortal, it seems you can withstand me more."
"I can't move," I groaned, my legs splayed across him. Somewhere, in the murkiness of my mind, my brain was running around in frantic circles, blowing a rape whistle. My body, on the other hand, was sunbathing, drinking a martini.
Samael ran a finger slowly down my spine, sending shivers through me with what energy I had left. I breathed in his sweet smell, like rain and campfires.
