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"And what," he was taunting now, cruel and sharp, "You think that your love will redeem me?"

She flinched, it was so crude when he put it like that. "No..." she said, uncertainly, "But-"

He swooped down, a hawk uponhis prey. He grabbed her small wrists in his hands and pinned her, hard, against the wall. Their bodies touched as he held her captive; thighs pushed against intimate places, chest crushed so hearts pounded together, lips that nearly kissed. ""Do you still want me?" His dark eyes narrowed and glittered in the remainly light; he could have passed as demon spawn, this fallen angel. He ground against her and she gasped as she felt his erection. "Are you human enough for that?"

Rosabiel stared up at him. She was so insignificant compared to him. Tiny, like a mouse fighting against a lion. She titled her head, her lavender hair falling unto her shoulder, and smiled. And then, with furious speed, drove her knee into his stomach.

Thaumiel gagged and stumbled back, his lungs desperate for air.