Hell and Halos

Hell And Halos Eden Ashwood Copyright 2023 by Ashwood Publishing - All rights reserved. In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved. Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher. Contents 1. Chapter 1: ABIGAIL 2. Chapter 2: VINCENT 3. Chapter 3: ABIGAIL 4. Chapter 4: ABIGAIL 5. Chapter 5: ABIGAIL 6. Chapter 6: VINCENT 7. Chapter 7: VINCENT 8. Chapter 8: ABIGAIL 9. Chapter 9: VINCENT 10. Chapter 10: ABIGAIL 11. Chapter 11: VINCENT 12. Chapter 12: ABIGAIL 13. Chapter 13: VINCENT 14. Chapter 14: ABIGAIL 15. Chapter 15: VINCENT 16. Chapter 16: ABIGAIL 17. Chapter 17: VINCENT Chapter 1: ABIGAIL Abigail stared at his back, as she had often found herself doing since she had come to know Vincent Moreau. It was so broad, with shoulders always set in hard certainty, bearing the weight of the world upon them every waking moment. Dutiful and imperious, the despot-turned-vigilante vampire lord was more than just her unexpected ally. He glanced over his bare shoulder toward her, and the tug of his lips shifted the glossy, shortly manicured black beard that only made him more handsome. “Hm? What troubles you, sweet angel?” Her pale hazel eyes averted briefly, unable to quite bear the brunt of his gracefully intense attention. But, she managed to rally herself to admire him. Abigail would be leaving soon, making these precious moments in his company all the more valuable to make full use of. She reached out for him from where she’d sat up on the bed, fingers coursing down the firm ridges of his arm. Vincent’s faint smile settled in further, though it had a darkening edge that made the holy spark in her chest flare with fluttering anticipation. Even though she was clothed, she felt naked when those eyes moved over her. “Come here, my beauty,” he crooned, his hand stealing hers to draw her closer. His beauty. Not long ago, she would have thought him sinful and entitled for thinking so well of himself that he could possess an angel. But now, deep down, Abigail was realizing what it meant to be wanted, and to want to be wanted. She was also learning the things he had exposed her to very well: need, ecstasy, release. Ever since they’d given into the strange pull between them during their cat-and-mouse struggle with Çelik, it’d been impossible to stop. Abigail leaned up towards him, basking in all the lovely sensations of being close to him. Where his hand touched hers had that same deep burn as it always had, but now it was only emphasized by the delightful pangs of knowing what was to come. There was familiarity, too, in feeling herself lean up against his steady weight, in the cool gust of his breath as their faces hovered closer. Their eyes locked— both bright gazes were darkened with the shadow of heavy lids and dilated pupils. They softened further still as their gazes wandered over each other’s faces, taking each other in. One of his large hands lifted, smoothing some of her perfectly wild mane away from her face. His touch came to rest on her nape, which sent a tremor down her spine. When he touched her like that, it always felt as though, despite his gentleness, the predatory power he was capable of always lingered beneath the surface. He was imminently dangerous. And yet, she knew he would not hurt her, despite how possible it was, and how rational it was to think that way. Angels and vampires were never meant to work together, let alone to do this. He stroked his nose briefly against hers, angling in to connect. A sigh slipped out of her parting lips, tingling in readiness for the kiss. Kissing was one of her new favorite feelings. When their mouths met, it wasn’t hurried or forceful. It had been when they’d first given in, made desperate by the prospect of death and pent-up desire. But since then, she had learned the softness their bodies were capable of. But while it was slow, it wasn’t chaste. His own open mouth rocked against hers like the tide. While she was becoming more familiar with these carnal acts, Abigail felt like she hardly compared to the skillful confidence in his every act. Her tongue lapped along his reflexively when he stroked into her mouth, the heat of her flesh warming his. “There you go,” he purred out in a thick, low voice of approval. “Just like that.” Her skin burned at the praise, in more ways than one. But rather than shying away from it, as her mind wanted to do, she allowed herself to give into instinct and repeated the movement. A deep muffled hum resonated through the kiss, announcing his satisfaction with her performance. Taking in a breath through her nose, Abigail’s body drew taut and tremulous. Her hands latched onto Vincent to pull him closer, desperate to feel whole once again. He leaned over her, shadowing her with his far more imposing build. But, her own strength was evident in how she clutched him against her, far from easy prey for this natural predator. His hand drifted under her shirt, running up along the center of her back, sending tantalizing waves of pleasure through her spine. It steadily drifted back down only to clutch into the curve of her back, pinning her against him in turn. Between that and the rolling pressure of his tongue teasing along hers, a hushed moan hitched in her throat. She’d noticed during their trysts that he tended to react potently when she made any noise— this sound from her made him give a growling sigh and nip at her lip with pointed fangs. That peak of sensation, a