DEVIL'S SON LOVE ME - SEASON 3 EPISODE 64

Heaven couldn’t sleep because of the pain in her arm. Now she understood where the pain went. It went into her and after taking both Oliver and Callum’s pain; she lay on the ground facing the other way. Pretending to be asleep so they wouldn’t know that she was hurting. It took a long while for the pain to go away.

When the pain was completely gone, she took a deep breath, finally relaxing. Now she tried to sleep, but the ground was cold and she felt like she was breathing in dust. Turning around, she found Oliver and Callum sleeping without a problem, but Zarin had a hard time just like her. Maybe even more than her.

When he turned around, they lay facing each other. He looked at her for a while. “Are you alright?” He asked.

Heaven nodded. “You?”

“I am fine.” He replied. “Are you sure your father knows what happened?”

“Yes.” She had told Ilyas to report to her if her father didn’t find out. Since she didn’t hear from him, she was sure her father knew.

“How did you know the King would react this way?” He asked.

“The lessons I have been taking have helped a lot. I learned to always think about the consequences of my actions before acting.” She told him.

He nodded. “Good night.” He said.

“Good night.”

He then closed his eyes and after a while she knew he fell asleep. But Heaven could still not sleep. Her heart fell heavy, and she wondered what Zamiel was doing. She knew he was trying to keep a distance to let her accomplish things on her own, but something bothered her. She had to go see him.

Heaven teleported herself to his house. The halls and rooms were dark. Not a single fire was lit. She already got a bad feeling.

Going upstairs, she went to his room. The room was dimly lit with a few candles burning and the moonlight that shone from the window. Broken furniture, glass, vases and cups lay across the floor. It looked like someone had a fight or an outburst.

Heaven walked further in, stepping over the broken pieces. She found Zamiel sleeping on his bed. He lay on his back with a bare chest. The white sheets only covered him from the h.i.p.s and below. She had never seen this much of a male body before. The moonlight that came from the window fell on his chest and stomach, making it more visible. Heaven walked closer, her heart pounding. She forgot about her worry after seeing the broken furniture. All she could do was stare at the half covered man lying in bed. She felt her cheeks burn, but still couldn’t turn away. This was new to her eyes, and she was curious.

Her gaze fell on his sculptured stomach, then went up to his chiseled chest. He lay with his head turned to one side, showing the veins and the strained muscles on his neck. Then she followed his broad shoulders that led to his powerful arms, streaked with veins.

Heaven’s mouth fell open, and she sucked in a deep breath. Zamiel stirred in his sleep and turned his head to the other side. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest thinking he woke up and caught her in the act. As if she was doing something bad. She wasn’t sure what she was doing.

A frown settled between his eyebrows. He seemed disturbed. Heaven walked closer and loomed over him. His hair, his forehead and his chest glistened. He was sweating. Was he having a nightmare again?

She carefully placed her hand on his forehead. He was burning, and he was usually very cold. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at her. He seemed to recognize her this time.

“Heaven.” His voice was rough from sleep.

She sat beside him. “I am here.” She said taking his hand.

He forced himself to sit up, as if he didn’t want her to see him like this. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“You are always there when I need you. Something told me you needed me.” She said.

He leaned his head back against the headboard. He looked exhausted. It was probably the fever.

“Wait!” She told him.

Standing up, she hurried to the kitchen. She needed a bowl, water, and a piece of cloth. It was not easy finding everything, but after going around for a while; she got hold on everything she needed. Then she went back to his room.

Zamiel seems confused for a moment, then smiled when he realized what she was doing. “I am fine, Heaven.” He told.

But Heaven didn’t listen. She put the bowl down, dipped the cloth in the cold water, then squeezed the water out. Sitting beside him, she places the cloth on his forehead. “How does it feel?” She asked.

“It feels good.” He sighed.

Heaven smiled. She repeated the same thing again, then started to wipe the cloth over his shoulders and neck. Again she found herself staring and hoped he wouldn’t notice. Zamiel watched her intently as she wiped the wet cloth over his body. She felt a little embarrassed under his scrutiny. She had never been this close to a bare body before.

Heaven tried to avoid going down to his stomach, but once she did, she felt her cheeks burn and her throat became dry. She looked up at him just to be met by his burning gaze. Her heart stopped. Why was he looking at her like that?

She cleared her throat. “Has the burning eased?” She asked him.

His eyes bored into hers. The intensity of them made her heart cease to beat. “You have set me on fire, Heaven.” He said. “And water will not quench these flames.”

“Then what does?” She whispered, as if afraid to hear the answer.

“Come closer.” He told her.

Heaven’s heart went from staying silent to beating fast as she sat closer to him. Zamiel reached for her hair and removed it from her neck. Was he going to bite her? Now?

He leaned in and she felt his hot breath tickle her neck. Heaven closed her eyes as all thoughts fled her head. She didn’t care whether or not he marked her.

When she felt his hot lips on her skin, she curled her toes. Zamiel kissed her neck before his lips went to her ear.

“Next time, I want to bury my fangs right where I kissed you.” He whispered.