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adjustment for most fallen angels. Many became overwhelmed with the need. Many were ruined by it.
    It wasn’t that sex in itself was so bad. It was the addiction that was so dangerous. Fallen angels usually had lived for centuries without any sexual desire, so the sudden need was too much to take. Almost an overload. This would lead them to do anything for a sexual experience, no matter how far they had to go.
    “I don’t think about them all that often. I kept myself pretty busy. Hating you takes a lot of work,” she deadpanned.
    He smiled at that. “Do you think about me a lot?”
    Her jaw dropped at the implication. “I never thought about you like that !” Well, at least not before tonight. “Besides, your technique leaves a bit to be desired.”
    That wiped the smile off his face. He didn’t seem as if he was used to being critiqued on his sexual prowess, but he didn’t defend himself. He must’ve known on some level how what he had done to her on the kitchen counter had been about him and had nothing to do with her. It was more about his need for control than any type of pleasure. The only thing that still puzzled her was his reasoning for stopping.
    Even now, there was nothing keeping him from taking her by force. Sure, she would hurt and he would feel it, but it was the mental anguish from rape that would scar her the most. Esmeralda had warned Muriel that the handcuffs did nothing to protect the mind.
    So what stopped him?
    He led her into the bathroom and once again started opening all the drawers and cabinets. Muriel rolled her eyes at his continued search. He set out a few items from her well-stocked first-aid kit and Muriel realized he wasn’t looking for the key anymore.
    Soon some gauze, antibiotic ointment, hydrogen peroxide, and bandages were laid out, taking up most of the free space on the small counter next to the sink. He’s going to clean my shoulder .
    Once all the supplies were laid out, he stood and faced her. His large size in such a small space was overwhelming. He towered over her five-foot-seven frame. His muscular build stretched his shirt out, purposefully small enough to make sure that the line of his considerable biceps stood out.
    Muriel bit her lip, trying to force herself to find him ugly in some way. “What do you know about first aid?”
    “It’s the oldest trick in the book to gain confidence. You tag team a mortal. One demon attacks while the other saves them and nurses them back to health. That way you’re their best friend.” He smiled to himself, as if thinking of all the mortals he had destroyed.
    “A hard position when you’re sucking their soul away.” She jumped as one of his big hands gently pushed her to lean back over the sink; her back arched and her breasts pushed close to his mouth.
    The sudden image of him stroking her naked breasts with his tongue caused her legs to go weak. He stepped in closer and his thighs were against hers. His erection was a not so subtle bulge pushing against her stomach.
    Muriel closed her eyes, refusing to meet his gaze. At least he had the decency to keep his mouth shut about their compromising position.
    The sudden burning pain of the peroxide cleansing her shoulder combined with the cold excess running down her back was enough to chase away any arousal. She hissed at the sensation.
    She needed to distract herself from the double whammy of his proximity and the pain. “Do you bite a lot of women?”
    “Demons bite during sex. We aren’t the most civil creatures in bed,” he casually said as he gently wiped the peroxide away with a towel. “I wanted the men I was with to think we were fucking.”
    Muriel absorbed the information. She supposed that she knew that demons bit during sex, but she’d always assumed that they liked causing pain, not necessarily to enhance the experience.
    His hands continued to softly tend to her wounds. The care he was taking with her was disconcerting. She was expecting angry and brutish.