Kiss of Temptation
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,762
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
Kiss of Temptation
by Dark Seraph
Summary: A beautiful angel, a powerful demon. Was he her savior, or her darkest enemy? Could she surrender to the strength found in his embrace, or would it prove to be her undoing? M/F, Angst
Disclaimer: All of the characters and storyline contained within are copyrighted by Dark Seraph.
A/N: As this is my first foray into original fiction, this is written as a tease to see if my story holds any interest. Thanks for reading! Many thanks to the lovely BlueClarity88 for beta-ing. ^_^
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Prologue
Calypso ran with a vengeance, her heart pounding out a rhythm of fear in her chest as she put more distance between herself and her pursuers. She had only wanted one day of freedom. One day. And look what it had cost her. Everything.
The beautiful angel held the long black cloak tighter around her slender frame, hoping to blend into the shadows. She dared not spread her broken white wings as she hurried through the forest for fear that they would act as a beacon in the moonlit night. Her long honey blonde hair was secured at the nape of her neck by a white satin ribbon, the only thing that had remained intact in the aftermath of her encounter. Stray strands escaped their confines to whisper across her neck as she ran. Angry cuts and bruises stood out against her porcelain flesh, and thin trails of blood seeped out from beneath her shredded white garment.
Breathing heavily, she kept glancing behind her, expecting to see her tormentors melting out of the shadows in an attempt to taunt her weakened body’s shortcomings as she continued to run with what was left of her remaining strength. Beaded drops of sweat trickled down her flushed skin, mixing with her life’s blood.
She tensed as she heard deep voices and the crashing of brush and bramble, the beasts that pursued her making no attempt at stealth. There was no need. She knew they were coming for her. They chose to build her fear and then exploit it.
Biting her lower lip between her teeth, she glanced back one more time, only to run into something solid. And warm. A wall of smooth skin stretched over taut muscles. Calypso gasped softly as she stumbled and fell to the ground, dazed. She raised her eyes, and her heart began to race for a whole other reason.
The man before her was a walking fantasy. A dream come to life. Temptation personified. He had a broad, muscular build, his whole body possessing a tangible strength and power unsurpassed by anyone she had ever encountered. Silky black hair fell slightly past his powerful shoulders to frame his handsome visage. He had a decidedly sensual mouth and kind, intelligent emerald eyes that offset his resplendent features. She seemed to drown in their endless depths as she gazed upon him. A pair of sinfully tight black leather pants that hugged each luscious contour of his lithe body led down his long legs. He stood taller than her, and his skin was slightly tanned. He possessed a regal elegance reminiscent of a warrior, which was reflected in the evidence of his large sword that was secured in a scabbard on a belt around his waist. She drew in a hesitant breath. This man might possibly be her savior, if he possessed even an ounce of valor that matched her own.
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His deep green eyes widened in surprise before he recovered and offered her his hand to help her up. She took it gratefully and he helped her to her feet, his strength evident in the power and fluidity of his movements as his ebony hair fell forward to brush across his shoulders. His mesmerizing eyes narrowed in concern as he took in her torn clothing from where the cloak had fallen away from her slender form and noticed the bruising around her throat and upper arms, as if a pair of hands had gripped her too tightly in a fit of anger.
Dante stepped closer to the trembling woman who looked up at him with the most incredible pair of aquamarine eyes that he had ever seen. Her slender frame was trembling with exhaustion, and her honey colored hair fell across her exposed shoulder from where the cloak had fallen open. “Where are you going in such a hurry? You’re hurt. Let me examine your wounds.” He took a step closer to her, his handsome features bathed in moonlight. His majestic ebony wings unfurled, the feathers shimmering with a fluid rippling grace.
Her eyes widened in horror. No! It could not be. She had come too far for it to be over now. “You’re one of them!” she gasped, hurriedly backing away from the one she now knew was not a man but a demon, almost stumbling in her haste with the realization. She had fled from the enemy, only to encounter another one of their kind.
Dante frowned in confusion as he wondered what he had done to frighten her. He respectfully folded his wings behind him, letting them blend into the darkness as he approached her and held out his hand placatingly.
“No!” Calypso yelled, fear creeping into her voice. “Don’t come any closer, demon.” Her voice was edged with panic, and she tried to back away, her weakened body protesting as she stumbled yet again. She landed on her broken wings, shrinking into herself as her long hair fell across her countenance and biting her lip to keep the soft cry of pain from escaping.
Dante gasped softly. The bruised and beaten woman was in fact an angel, her radiant white wings betraying her identity. He heard the rustle of brush in the forest and his emerald eyes darted to look behind her. A band of fellow demons was emerging, their eyes hungry with bloodlust and anger. The dark-haired demon stepped forward to shield the frail angel behind his majestic wings, his hand on the hilt of his sword should he need to draw it in defense.
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~TBC~
by Dark Seraph
Summary: A beautiful angel, a powerful demon. Was he her savior, or her darkest enemy? Could she surrender to the strength found in his embrace, or would it prove to be her undoing? M/F, Angst
Disclaimer: All of the characters and storyline contained within are copyrighted by Dark Seraph.
A/N: As this is my first foray into original fiction, this is written as a tease to see if my story holds any interest. Thanks for reading! Many thanks to the lovely BlueClarity88 for beta-ing. ^_^
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Prologue
Calypso ran with a vengeance, her heart pounding out a rhythm of fear in her chest as she put more distance between herself and her pursuers. She had only wanted one day of freedom. One day. And look what it had cost her. Everything.
The beautiful angel held the long black cloak tighter around her slender frame, hoping to blend into the shadows. She dared not spread her broken white wings as she hurried through the forest for fear that they would act as a beacon in the moonlit night. Her long honey blonde hair was secured at the nape of her neck by a white satin ribbon, the only thing that had remained intact in the aftermath of her encounter. Stray strands escaped their confines to whisper across her neck as she ran. Angry cuts and bruises stood out against her porcelain flesh, and thin trails of blood seeped out from beneath her shredded white garment.
Breathing heavily, she kept glancing behind her, expecting to see her tormentors melting out of the shadows in an attempt to taunt her weakened body’s shortcomings as she continued to run with what was left of her remaining strength. Beaded drops of sweat trickled down her flushed skin, mixing with her life’s blood.
She tensed as she heard deep voices and the crashing of brush and bramble, the beasts that pursued her making no attempt at stealth. There was no need. She knew they were coming for her. They chose to build her fear and then exploit it.
Biting her lower lip between her teeth, she glanced back one more time, only to run into something solid. And warm. A wall of smooth skin stretched over taut muscles. Calypso gasped softly as she stumbled and fell to the ground, dazed. She raised her eyes, and her heart began to race for a whole other reason.
The man before her was a walking fantasy. A dream come to life. Temptation personified. He had a broad, muscular build, his whole body possessing a tangible strength and power unsurpassed by anyone she had ever encountered. Silky black hair fell slightly past his powerful shoulders to frame his handsome visage. He had a decidedly sensual mouth and kind, intelligent emerald eyes that offset his resplendent features. She seemed to drown in their endless depths as she gazed upon him. A pair of sinfully tight black leather pants that hugged each luscious contour of his lithe body led down his long legs. He stood taller than her, and his skin was slightly tanned. He possessed a regal elegance reminiscent of a warrior, which was reflected in the evidence of his large sword that was secured in a scabbard on a belt around his waist. She drew in a hesitant breath. This man might possibly be her savior, if he possessed even an ounce of valor that matched her own.
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His deep green eyes widened in surprise before he recovered and offered her his hand to help her up. She took it gratefully and he helped her to her feet, his strength evident in the power and fluidity of his movements as his ebony hair fell forward to brush across his shoulders. His mesmerizing eyes narrowed in concern as he took in her torn clothing from where the cloak had fallen away from her slender form and noticed the bruising around her throat and upper arms, as if a pair of hands had gripped her too tightly in a fit of anger.
Dante stepped closer to the trembling woman who looked up at him with the most incredible pair of aquamarine eyes that he had ever seen. Her slender frame was trembling with exhaustion, and her honey colored hair fell across her exposed shoulder from where the cloak had fallen open. “Where are you going in such a hurry? You’re hurt. Let me examine your wounds.” He took a step closer to her, his handsome features bathed in moonlight. His majestic ebony wings unfurled, the feathers shimmering with a fluid rippling grace.
Her eyes widened in horror. No! It could not be. She had come too far for it to be over now. “You’re one of them!” she gasped, hurriedly backing away from the one she now knew was not a man but a demon, almost stumbling in her haste with the realization. She had fled from the enemy, only to encounter another one of their kind.
Dante frowned in confusion as he wondered what he had done to frighten her. He respectfully folded his wings behind him, letting them blend into the darkness as he approached her and held out his hand placatingly.
“No!” Calypso yelled, fear creeping into her voice. “Don’t come any closer, demon.” Her voice was edged with panic, and she tried to back away, her weakened body protesting as she stumbled yet again. She landed on her broken wings, shrinking into herself as her long hair fell across her countenance and biting her lip to keep the soft cry of pain from escaping.
Dante gasped softly. The bruised and beaten woman was in fact an angel, her radiant white wings betraying her identity. He heard the rustle of brush in the forest and his emerald eyes darted to look behind her. A band of fellow demons was emerging, their eyes hungry with bloodlust and anger. The dark-haired demon stepped forward to shield the frail angel behind his majestic wings, his hand on the hilt of his sword should he need to draw it in defense.
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~TBC~