Downfall Of The Wingless

(Third Person’s Point-of-View) Dark. Passion. Erotic. The bedroom was totally dark and had no light coming in. The air was once again permeated by aromas that had prominent undertones of wood, vanilla, and spices. The area was given the appearance of seductive design by the blood-red tapestries that were hung over the windows. In the end, he made his way to the gigantic bed that served as the main point of the room. In the gloom, his broad and muscular figure formed a prominent silhouette that stood out clearly. While she was lying on the bed, she became aware of his domineering presence. His eyes became narrow, and he gave a menacing lick to his lips as he did so. Both of them were ratcheting up the intensity, and he could feel the need bursting inside himself as it rose in response. And then her focus turned to his upper torso, which was exposed without a shirt on. There was a compelling yearning for her to trace her fingertips over his chiseled stomach. It was as if the gods themselves had been responsible for creating his huge form. Because of his superiority over her and the force of his energy, which made it abundantly evident to her who was in command, she shuddered with excitement when she saw him without any clothes on. “Darius…” His name slipped out from her lips. He made a low, guttural sound. “Why did you do that, Lia?” Her thoughts began to wander to the comfortable bed that was underneath her. After that, she curled her fingers and rubbed them on the fresh bed linen. She lowered her head, and as she did so, a few strands of her hair came in contact with her cheeks. She furrowed her brow, unsure of how to respond to the question. She was crouching on the surface of the bed. Her buttocks were resting on her heels, and her hips were positioned such that they were pressing on her calves. She slowly let out an exhalation as she gradually straightened her body while maintaining a strong grip on the sheets. His weighted feet brought him closer to her with each step that he took. Because he was so near to her face, she had no choice but to shut her eyes in order to prevent herself from seeing him. She opened her eyes with a start as he lifted her chin slightly with his finger and softly pushed her head forward. In the darkness, their attractive eyes locked with one another. “Answer me.” He ordered. She stuttered. “I— I had to do what’s right.” “Is that all? An average person would not risk their lives to stop the danger that I am inflicting.” He raised his brows. “I had to do what’s right, Darius.” Her lips tightened. “What you are doing is wrong and I must stop you from committing those actions. Let there be pain and dangers. Name all the things that could kill me, but no matter what it takes it’s my duty to stop you.” His hand had not moved from where it was resting on her chin. After that, he used his thumb to gently stroke her plump lips. The action of moving his thumb over her lips caused them to part, which allowed him to bring them back together and give her a kiss. He was kissing her and a flavor of honey was emanating from her. She made an effort to push him away, but all it did was encourage him to lean in and give her a more passionate kiss. As soon as he pulled away from their kiss, she smacked him across the chest. “God, I hate you so much!” She gritted her teeth. The expression on his face changed. He desired every facet of her existence. She was perfect in his eyes, and she was the only one who could handle him. He got a kick out of being in control of her and seeing her tremble with fear and annoyed by his constant interference. She could give him what his body was yearning for and watch him devour their temptations. Messing around with flames was a bad idea. Toxic and disorienting smoke filled the deadly fire. To mirror the intense attraction they feel for one another. It was toxic and lethal, but it smelled like heaven. He sat up straight. He was pulling her close to him by wrapping his hands around her ankles. Despite her initial shock, her squeal of delight soon overtook her. Using his thumb, he caressed her beautiful face before sliding his fingers down her throat and massaging her clavicle. To make it easier for him to approach her, she c****d her head to the side. When he started to lower his fingers, she grabbed his wrist. She looked up to his eyes. “Darius… Please promise me that you will stop.” His touch detached from her and he emitted a long, deep, audible exhalation. “I don’t wanna promise you something that I can guarantee.” His whisper was loud enough. Her palm made a clasp around his wrist. “Darius, please. I’m begging you.  She engaged in a great deal of begging and pleading on her end. If it meant trying to stop him for good, she was willing to continue acting in this manner for as long as it took. Her duty was to thwart his attempts to do harm, and she took this responsibility seriously. Her job was to keep a close eye on him and point him in the right direction at all times. If you will, you could call her his heavenly protector. It turned out to be an angel who had been expelled from Heaven but was very eager to be seen by the Archsentinel. Even if she were to fail, he would still consider her to be a perfect angel. But if she were to fail, she would spend the rest of eternity as either a human or a fallen angel, depending on which path she chose.Because of this, she was prepared to put everything on the line, including her life, in order to avoid being torn down. He shook his head. “I can’t give in to what you are asking, my darling.” “Then tell me, what should I do to stop you? Name what you want. s*x? Money? Fame?” She seethed. The mood was gloomy not only because of what she said but also because of the atmosphere, and her words made it even worse. And if there was anything of those three that he desired, she was more than willing to give it to him. In addition, the expectation that he would be able to fulfill his s****l demands through the use of her body. She had a specific plan and was willing to make a lot of sacrifices in order to accomplish it. His head was shaking, but he didn't say a word. She was so enraged that she couldn't help but run her fingers through her long hair. She c****d her head once more, but he did not pay any attention to her. She exposed more skin than necessary by reaching up and grabbing the hem of her revealing spaghetti strap top. When Darius looked at her chest, his pupils drew further apart in response. She was only wearing her palazzo pants and a lace bra. He resisted the urge to stop her from exposing herself when she also took off her pants, but he couldn't help himself. The situation had reached this point, and she was now completely naked. “Lia, w— what are you doing?” He was too stunned to speak. “Temptation. One of men’s weaknesses,” she said, “I will be your sacrifice for pleasure, under one condition.” He raised a brow. “And what condition would that be?” “Leave the mafia family in exchange for orgasmic releases.” She asserted.