Fallen William by Tiffany Aaron Page A

pain than go through one
more day without you in my life.” He took the picture from her and set it on
the coffee table. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her onto his lap. She
was speechless. She had never inspired anyone to love her enough to risk
heartbreak for her.
    “My
father was never around much when I was a kid. He was always gone chasing
another crazy scheme. My mom did her best but there wasn’t any way she could
make enough money to cover my father’s debts. I learned not to rely on anyone
but myself. I figured I didn’t want to find someone to love. I had only seen
the selfish betraying kind of love and the truth hiding behind a pretty lie.”
    She met
his eyes. “Then I yelled at you in a bar and everything changed. I had never
met a man who could walk away from a pot and a deck of cards. When I needed you
the night that demon attacked me, you were there to protect and support me even
after I pushed you away. My father never would have done that.”
    “You
will never be alone again.”
    “I’m
here for you as well, love. I will be yours for as long as I live.” She cupped
his cheek with her hand.
    “That
would be forever if I had my way.” He smiled at her.
    Linking
her hands behind his neck, she pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss started
gentle and calm, a testament to love and promises. It quickly turned into
something hot and explosive. Drawing back, he took a deep breath and went back
for more. He seemed to be drinking from her lips like she was the finest
Chardonnay and he was a wine connoisseur. She played with the hair at his neck,
running her fingers through it and enjoying the soft thickness of it.
    He caught her face with his hands
and tilted it at a better angle so he could get deeper access to her mouth. His
tongue thrust in and out as his hands moved from her face and slid to her hips.
He shifted her so she was straddling him without breaking contact with her
mouth. With each thrust of his tongue, he ground his erection into the vee of
her thighs and he showed her how much he loved her.
    * * * *
    William
loved her. It was still hard to believe that someone as perfect as he was would
fall in love with her. How could she love a man who thought he was a fallen
angel? She had been so stunned by the recent events that she hadn’t thought
about his story. The battle with Thompson was strange, but her own fear of the
man could have distorted her image of him and convinced her he was a demon. If
she thought William was crazy, she would have to think the same thing of
Dominic.
    Panic
made her heart race. Was she a magnet for crazy obsessive people? What an idiot
she was to overlook all the crazy comments he had made throughout the days they
were together. She must be desperate to just accept everything on face value.
    “How is
he supposed to prove he’s a fallen angel?” A voice came from behind her.
    All
activity had stopped like someone had pushed the pause button. The same man who
had convinced her to go out with William stood before her when she had turned
around. He gave her the impression of immense power and enduring timelessness.
His silver eyes told her he had seen a massive amount of heartbreak and yet
still survived.
    “There
isn’t a union card to prove who he is.” Sarcasm dripped in his voice.
    She
shrugged. “Who are you?”
    “You
may call me Misha if you wish.”
    She
could tell it made no difference to him what she called him. “How do you know
William?”
    His
eyes got a thousand-yard stare like an old soldier reliving his war days. “I’ve
known him since time began. We have been through a lot together.”
    “So
you’re a fallen angel as well?”
    He
looked insulted. “Of course not. I would never have followed that lying
Daystar.”
    She
took a step back from the rage that burned on his face. “Can all angels stop
time?”
    He
glanced around. “No, only a chosen few can.”
    “So
that makes you a very special angel, Misha?”
    “You
can think that if