Godforsaken: Book 1 (Shade of Light) (11 page)

Samael reached for the glass, Lily still on
his knees. He took a big sip and then brought it to her lips. Lily
peered at the red liquid, her lips twitched. She didn’t refuse.
What would a little sip of wine do? Samael lowered the glass back
on the table, then he reached her and spun her around slowly. His
hand slid under her shirt. As his fingers touched her skin, a
shiver ran down her spine. She inhaled air deeply but Samael didn’t
let her exhale it. His lips covered her mouth and his tongue slid
into her mouth briefly.

Lily rolled her arms over his shoulders,
pulling herself close to him and moaned in his mouth from the
pleasure of his touch on her skin. His hand caressed her back, then
went toward her stomach and up, finally finding her breasts. They
were already plump and tight.

Lily’s hot hands slid under his shirt,
unbuttoning it to leave his hairy chest naked before her. The
moment her eyes caught it, her lips went down to taste his chest
involuntarily. She felt herself savor the moment when her lips
touched his skin, and Samael uttered a groan of pleasure. That was
it, she could rule in this game too, and Lily became bolder in her
actions, kissing his chest down to his stomach.

Samael didn’t let her enjoy this for long.
He put his hands under her buttocks and stood up gingerly, hoisting
her in the air. Lily held on to his neck, her blue eyes locked on
his.

Samael took her into her bedroom and put her
on the bed. Lily didn’t pay attention to the fact that he knew
which bedroom was hers. She could only focus on his green, wise
eyes, which seemed to be shining like two torches.

Samael took off his white shirt and tossed
it aside, then his hands slid under her shirt and he pulled it up.
Her bare breasts appeared before him. Samael pursed his lips, and
Lily knew that he was keen to taste them. She cupped her breasts
and pushed them together, as though inviting him to go on and take
them with his mouth. He complied instantly, making Lily groan with
eagerness.

While he was kissing her white skin, his
hands unbuttoned her jeans and helped her take off her white
panties. Now Lily was absolutely naked, lying beneath the man whom
she wanted the most in the world. It didn’t matter whether Samael
liked her, or if he was doing this because Lily had once refused
him, she violently wanted to feel him inside her at that moment
even if it would be temporary. She was already wet, her heart
couldn’t wait anymore.

“I want you, Samael,” she moaned in his ear.
“Take me, please. Take me now.”

“With pleasure,” Samael grinned, and then
she felt him enter her. He was hard and satisfyingly big which made
her cry out loudly. She held on to his neck harder than she should
have, her eyes widening every time he thrust into her.

“You like it?” He whispered in her ear.

“Don’t stop,” Lily moaned. “Don’t stop,
Samael.”

“I won’t.” He took her face in his hand and
closed her mouth with his. She rolled her legs over his waist and
pulled herself as close to him as her strength allowed.

Lily’s breath increasingly became faster and
faster. Soon there wouldn’t be enough air, but she proceeded to beg
him for more. Samael wasn’t going to disappoint her, he gave her
more and more until she straightened completely and her eyes rolled
up in pleasure. That second lengthened and stopped. When she opened
her eyes she saw a bright light above her as though they weren’t in
the house anymore, as if they were soaring in the clouds. The light
rippled through white and dense clouds, illuminating Samael’s skin
which shone like a diamond under her hands. In all that brilliance,
there were two gray wings stuck on Samael’s back. Everything was
white except them, and although they were shining in that
brightness, they still bore some kind of mystery.

Before Lily could ponder where they were and
what was going on, time went on again. In an instant the clouds and
bright light were sucked out of her vision, and she and Samael were
thrown back into the house and onto the bed again. Samael rolled
aside, breathing rapidly.

Lily looked to the left, watching as his
incredible eyes stared up at the ceiling, and slowly crawled close
to him, putting her head on his bare chest. Samael wrapped his arm
around her back, pulling her close. He pecked a kiss on her head.
They lay there for a while, without exchanging a word.

Lily had already forgotten about Nancy
waiting for her in the club. She felt herself in heaven in Samael’s
arms, and the world she had known before she had met him seemed to
have vanished in the depth of her memories, until her cell phone
rang unexpectedly.

Samael peered at her as she moved aside and
reached for the phone.

“It’s Nancy,” she announced and picked it
up. “Yeah, Nancy.”

“Hey, sweetheart, how are you?” She heard
Nancy’s worried voice from the other side of the line.

“I’m fine,” she replied shortly.

“Are you still coming here?”

“I don’t know, maybe we will come.”

“We? He’s there?” Nancy guessed with an
indignant voice. “When did he come?”

“Yeah, he’s here.” Her eyes shone as she
looked up at Samael. He winked at her.

“That’s fine, Lily.” There was a pause for a
second. “Did you sleep with him yet?”

“Okay, I’ll call you later if we come
around,” Lily said, changing the subject at once.

“I knew it,” Nancy cried out jovially.

“Nancy, shut up. I’m going to hang up.”

“Hey, wait. I think I won’t come home
tonight. I’ll stay at Mike’s, okay?” She said breezily.

“Okay, see you.” She hung up.

“Do you want me to take you to the club?”
Samael asked as she put the phone aside.

“I’m fine here with you,” Lily laid down on
the bed, taking his head in her hands. Her hand passed through his
light brown hair. She knew there were a lot of things that they
could be taking about, but both of them kept silent, as if they
were two teenagers finding themselves accidentally sharing a bed.
Samael had been right, words didn’t work well for them; feelings
were more powerful.

He brushed her hair out of her eyes and
kissed them gently. Lily exhaled deeply and her body relaxed.

“You’re very beautiful, Lily,” Samael
whispered.

Lily was pleased. She grinned nonplussed,
then hid her eyes from him and kissed his lips passionately.

After the kiss Samael placed his hand on her
heart and stared into her eyes carefully as if he was listening to
something.

“What is there?” Lily asked in a
whisper.

“I feel your heart hammering,” Samael
noticed. “Is something wrong?” He asked, looking concerned.

“No.”

“What’s troubling you?”

Lily exhaled but didn’t answer. She didn’t
want to lie to him, there was something troubling her indeed.

“Tell me,” Samael insisted, his eyes
narrowed.

Should she tell him? She thought about the
glacial-blue-eyed man she had encountered twice. Lily couldn’t
believe it was a coincidence. But had Samael become the man with
whom she should share her fears? Would he protect her? Just having
sex with him, once, didn’t make them that close yet.

But, on the other hand, Samael had wanted to
take care of her, at least to try it. That was what he had told her
in the restaurant.

Lily tucked her hair behind her ear and
sighed.

“I think I was followed.” Her voice released
the words low and uncertain. “Twice,” she added dispiritedly.

“What did he look like?” Samael put in at
once.

Lily raised her eyebrows in astonishment.
She wondered. Someone else would have asked ‘why do you think so?’
or ‘how do you know that?’ Samael had believed her immediately.

Lily blinked.

“He was tall, wore black clothes and a hat,”
she began. “He had blue and cold eyes, with a pale face, but he
wasn’t ugly. He–” she trailed off suddenly.

“What?”

“How did you know that the person following
me was a man?” She was astonished. It had suddenly hit her. Had
Samael placed someone to follow her around?

“It wasn’t difficult to guess,” Samael lay
on his back and gazed up at the ceiling. “Did he talk to you, or
just stare?”

“I’m not sure, I just supposed.” She rolled
left and found herself on his chest. Lily looked down at him
affectionately. “Maybe I’m wrong, and nobody is following me.”

She thought of playing a little game,
something to help her understand if Samael had something to do with
the blue-eyed mystical guy.

“But you said you saw him twice, didn’t
you?” Samael reminded her.

“The first time I didn’t see his face, he
was standing far away,” Lily remembered. “But I got the impression
that he was staring directly at me.”

Samael took her face in his both hands,
turned it towards his, and kissed her lips. “Be careful, baby. You
should understand that life won’t be perfect with me.”

“I don’t want a perfect life, I just want
you,” Lily whispered vigorously.

Samael smiled, delighted. He turned her
aside as he found himself upon her now, and his long brown hair
scattered on her face. Lily laughed loudly, trying to free her
hands, but Samael’s grasp was too tight.

“You can’t escape from me,” he laughed.

“I wouldn’t even if I could,” Lily replied
seriously. The room fell quiet. Only Lily’s breath broke the
noiselessness until Samael’s lips covered hers.

Silence settled into Lily’s room, but this
silence was full of happiness. Lily had never felt like this before
she met Samael. She was lying on her side while Samael was holding
her in his arms from behind. He held her so protectively, as though
there might be someone around who would try to steal her from his
arms. Lily felt his breath on her skin. It was warm and full of
hope for a good future. She still couldn’t believe that the guy
lying with her now was real, it seemed to her a wonderful dream of
the kind she had had all her life.

Lily still couldn’t escape the thought that
Samael had set someone up to follow her. If he ever had done so,
Lily thought of letting it go for now. She was too happy to ruin
it. She’d question him later, maybe in the morning.

Everything between them had happened so fast
that it distracted Lily for a moment. A day ago all she wanted –
all she desired – was to forget the gorgeous, unearthly handsome
guy who held her now. But now here they were, together in the same
bed, and the idea of forgetting him was the last thought in her
mind. She wanted to be wrapped in his arms and feel protected. Was
she in love with him? Just an expression of his sage eyes had
conquered her heart. She wondered whether all these were real.
What does Samael see in me?
She was questioning herself even
while they lay together silently. The answer was deep in a mystical
and cloudy room that Lily wasn’t ready to enter yet, therefore,
trying to figure out the answer, she fell asleep without realizing
it.

* * *

Samael remained motionless for a while, like
a statue, until Lily was deep asleep. He wasn’t tired or exhausted
at all. When he sat up, he let her out of his embrace. His green
eyes widened and gleamed in the dark room, like a cat’s eyes in
darkness. His right hand approached her back slowly, and he traced
his finger over her spine to her right shoulder. His eyes were
staring at her birthmark which Nancy had called the “Holy Grail.”
He froze, examining the birthmark, and time froze with him. It took
him some minutes, then he jerked up and off the bed as if he had
seen a snake under the covers. He hurried into his jeans and got
out the room barefoot and bare-chested. Everything had happened
quickly and noiselessly, and Lily heard nothing.

Finding himself in the living room, Samael
paused, looking around absentmindedly as though he had seen
something strange in the dark, then he rushed toward the door and
out of the house. As he got onto the dark street, he started to
run. His eyes were unblinkingly fixed ahead. There was no human
expression in them, his eyes were filled with malice, like he was a
beast pursuing his victim.

There was a moment when his speed increased
to an unbelievable rate, and then there was a swish and Samael
disappeared in the darkness like smoke. In next to no time, he
appeared in an unearthly, beautiful, isolated place surrounded by
tall green trees. The ground was covered with dense grass, and rays
of sunlight rippled through the leaves like a liquid and stretched
around, illuminating the beauty of a nature that couldn't be found
on earth. Birds’ songs floated in the air, making Samael raise his
head and look up into the sky through the trees' branches. The
trees withdrew as though they were living things, giving the
sunlight enough space to penetrate into the heart of the forest. It
illuminated him like a spotlight.

Samael closed his eyes and opened his arms
wide. Enjoying the warmth of the sun, two shining things
materialized on his back. In some seconds his gray wings
straightened out wide.

A man’s voice reached him from behind,
interrupting the pleasurable moment.

“Samael,” it said. It was more a whisper,
coming from a long way away, but just strong enough to be
heard.

The wings folded themselves calmly. Samael’s
eyes slid open. He didn’t move, but the corner of his eye twitched
nervously. He knew the person stalking close from behind.

“What are you doing here?” Samael asked with
a hoarse voice.

The newcomer regarded his surroundings,
sighing deeply. “Such a beautiful place, and so soulless.” he spoke
with confidence avoiding the question addressed to him. “Who knew
it would become an icy reign. Every time walking along this garden
I remember the first day it was created. Nothing has been changed,”
he said, looking into the sky as a cold grin curled over his lips,
“except for the addition of humans.”