Heaven to Hell (A Naughty Box Production Book 1)

by Rue Volley

Levi swarms my thoughts as I lie on the floor of my cloud. Palms sweaty, I wipe them against my gown. I will my cloud to make a mirror and look into its glassy reflection. Running a hand over my white blonde hair, I speak firmly to myself. “You can do this, Celine. You are strong and capable.” The affirmation has done little to calm my nerves. I continue to stare into the mirror, getting lost in my reflection for a moment. My eyes are dilated so that only a rim of their usual emerald green is showing. A pink tint colors the apples of my usually pale cheeks. I begin to compare myself to the other women I have seen Levi with and swipe at the misty mirror.

  Concentrating on the feel of the coolness that surrounds me, seeping into the feathers of my wings I let my sight take over and zone in on Levi. My heart is beating so furiously that I can feel my pulse racing through my veins. I wrap my arms around my stomach while it twists in pretzel-like knots. I see him in his house. It’s a modest dwelling. Furniture is sparse, and his cream colored walls are empty. A blank canvas he does not fill but for the windows that hang with sheer curtains. Levi enjoys wide open spaces. He calls himself a minimalist. I call him claustrophobic, stemming from his fear of being trapped in hell alongside Malacoda.

  Levi owns a large television, and I have seen him waste away days at a time getting lost in movie after movie. I wonder if while I was away and not watching him, was Levi enjoying the company of another female. The thought has my heart in my throat and my hands balling into fists. Why the possessiveness over him?

  I see him there now. Slouching on the plush black suede sofa, he wears a pair of jeans only, feet bare, and a bottle of what looks like bourbon in his hand. The dragon tattoo on his arm gives the illusion of movement as he raises the bottle to his lips. Levi’s body stiffens and he stops just before his mouth makes contact with the glass rim.

  “Come out, come out wherever you are,” he says in a sing-song like tone. Levi takes a substantial pull from the bottle in his hand and sucks a breath in between his teeth. The amber liquid sloshes around its glass casing. “I can feel you ‘watching’ me.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back. “Are you too good to come say hi to the person you’re looking to condemn to hell?”

  He is goading me. I know this, but like a fool I am going to go to him. I thought a few days away would help this affliction, but no. His pull on me is stronger now that I have felt his touch.

  I am too attached to him and desperately need to stay away. Give him to another Watcher. I truly want what is best for Levi. Seeing him cross over to this side of the veil and into the undying fields of heaven will make the ache of separation worth it. He can have a peaceful heavenly life. One I cannot be part of, but it will be one of serenity and love. It matters not. The thought of him being completely out of my reach feel likes sharp, burning stabs to the chest.

  “Ah…there you are. Do you feel safer being around me as a pale outline?” Levi’s voice acts as a lure, bringing me to step closer until I am standing in front of him. His face is slightly scruffy, and his hair is a halo of black velvet almost blending into the couch. Levi looks tired. Lines of worry are etched into his face.

  “I did not know you could see me at the time.” I speak softly not out of shyness but in fear that he will start berating me again and make me angry enough to strike out at him.

  “Do you always speak so damn politely? I feel like I need to sit up straighter the moment you start talking. I’m not going to, but the thought is there.” He takes another swallow of his drink. The liquid swishes around as he brings the bottle back down to rest at his beautiful bare feet. As Levi comes back up, he snatches my wrist. His grip is strong, and I can feel the simmering of heat deep inside of me from his touch.

  “Do you always have to be so negative?” I scold, becoming fully corporal. He already has me in his grasp, so I might as well enjoy the electrifying contact. Is this what it feels like to be an addict? Will I always crave his touch above all else? Maybe even over my own grace.

  “You were gone awhile. Did you find someone else to spy on? And yes, I like being an asshole.” He yanks on my wrist, making me fall forward on to him. I use my other hand to catch myself against his shoulder. My hair surrounds us like a curtain, providing a privacy that is agonizingly intimate. I breathe Levi in deeply. The scent of his natural musk with the bite of alcohol is sinful.

  “I did not say you are a…I said you are negative.” Being so close to him, my tone becomes shaky. My body has a slight tremor from balancing myself over him. Levi brings his free hand up to wrap around my hip. His fingers press firmly into my flesh. Pulling me forward, he uses his knee to wedge between my legs. My gown splits high up my thigh, exposing creamy pale skin. The hunger in his eyes make my breasts swell and nipples bead for more of his attention

  “You can’t say asshole, or do you choose not to have a potty mouth?” As Levi speaks, he raises his other hand to my face, and I rub myself into it. His barely callused hands against my soft skin are an erotic contrast. My wings flutter, and my body trembles. The electric current runs a path to my core and makes my sex slick with desire.

  “I am respectful. A lesson you need to be taught.” I whisper. Our lips are only a mere graze away from each other. The space so sensually charged that strands of my hair begin to float. I can taste the liquor he consumed as our breaths mingle.

  “I wonder if you will taste as sweet as you smell…” His voice is like silk running over my body, willing my sex to dampen my thighs.

  “What do I smell like?” I am in shock with my own sultry voice. I did not know it was in me to be sexy in any way. I can feel a change in me. My limbs are just a little more lax. The need for friction mounts with each second that passes.

  “Sugar cookies, warm out of the oven. The ones that melt in my mouth the moment they touch my tongue.” Levi licks his lips and they just barely graze mine.

  “I…I…”

  Levi closes the distance. His lips press against mine. I gasp at the contact and moan into his kiss. He licks my bottom lip, coaxing me for entrance into my mouth.

  “Mmm…you taste so fucking good,” he says around nips and licks. The stimulus is so intense my wings involuntarily pop open, startling him. He chuckles, making me feel self-conscious.

  “Did I do something wrong?” I try to pull away from him as he continues his chuckling but he holds on to me tighter. Levi pulls me into his lap more firmly. My legs straddle him.

  “You feel this?” He asks, pushing his groin up against me. “My cock does what your wings just did.” I can feel the hard length of him against my sex, and I remember the peek I had of him when he cornered me in the alley and clench my hands in want.

  I feel my sex dampen, and he is only kissing me. A kiss, one that makes my blood boil. I finally get the courage to do something I dream of. I slide my fingers into his obsidian hair and tug his head back. I forget my strength and the action is more forceful than I intended.

  “Ah, fuck.” He groans against my mouth, making me whimper softly in return. My lips part at the feel of the soft locks in my hands. I grip the strands tighter as Levi slides his tongue into my mouth, and I tentatively meet his with my own. I moan into his mouth. Our tongues are dancing deep and slow against one another. I rock my body against Levi’s, gripping his shoulders as I help to stoke this fire inside of me. Each grind of my hips sends a zinging sensation through my body, making my wings rise higher. Both of his hands grip my hips while he pushes up against my sex.

  “God, I can feel how hot your pussy is through our clothes.” His words are dirty and tantalizing at the same time, making me pant. I throw my head back and moan as the feeling of quickening spurs me on. “I want you so damn bad, Celine. Seeing your pale outline everywhere I turn and trying not to touch every inch of you is excruciating.” Levi’s grip on me tightens. “All the places I dream of putting my hands and tongue.” Levi groans while pushing up even harder against me. His words act as an aphrodisiac to my rising lust, making me slicker with desire. Levi moves my hips in a p
ush and pull manner as he guides me. He glides my hot soaking wet sex against the thin material of my gown. I am so close. My hands move back up to Levi’s hair. The inky strands are wrapped in the tight grip of my fingers, surely causing him pain.

  “Oh Levi, yes! Please don’t stop. Yes!” The plea flows from my lips in desperation to finally succumb to the building passion he elicits in me.

  “That’s right, Sugar. Beg me.” He holds my hips still, and I try to fight it. Using all of my might to move against him but he keeps me still.

  “Please…oh Deity, please…” I whimper. My orgasm being withheld after denying myself for so long is a sharp ache. Levi reaches up and slips the shoulder straps of my gown down, exposing my small pert breasts. I grind against him trying to regain the momentum of my release. His hands cover my breasts, massaging them roughly. I cry out, arching my back at the contact, and my nipples bead for him. Levi pulls me forward, looking me in the eyes while he fastens his lips around one of the budding protrusions and flicks his tongue around it. The sensation travels to my core, making me throb even harder. I begin to grind against him forcefully. Levi’s rigid length and the denim of his pants make the friction so much more intense.

  “Where have you been, Celine?” he asks, holding my hips still once more. Levi sinks his teeth in, around my nipple just shy of painful, making me yelp.

  “I needed time to separate myself from you. Please, Levi”, I let the truth slip from me quickly, in hopes that he will start moving against me again. My hands grab his shoulders, nails digging into his smooth tan flesh, and I tremble.

  “I don’t want you to leave me. Everything is empty when you’re gone.” He pulls my head down and crushes his lips to mine. The slide of our tongues against one another and his declaration makes my soul soar and my body scream for more.

  “Mmm…yes, Levi. Please let me move.” I beg with a moan.

  “What were you doing while you were gone?” His hands guiding my hips back and forth are paced tortuously slow. The realization that he is using sex to interrogate me is a distant thought as it works its magic and loosens my tongue.

  “I was looking…for...Jake.” I can barely get the words out when his grip changes from passionate to aggressive, fingers digging into my waist.

  “Jake?” Anger passes quickly across his face. “Were you looking to have his touch again?” Levi’s words are no longer smooth but gravelly. The demon in him pokes its head out to play. “Did he touch you? Here I spent the last two weeks wondering if you had forsaken me.” His growling vibrates against me, heating me up instead of making me run. Do I have no self-preservation instincts?

  “I was actually missing your presence, and you were too busy chasing after the damn Fallen.” I hear the rip of fabric as he uses one hand to tear at his jeans and the other to pull my gown open. The soft material floats down to pool around my waist. I try to tear my eyes away from his shaft

  Seeing it in person is an experience in itself. He is thick and long. The head of it beads a pearly liquid. I use my finger to spread the warmth around. I lift the digit to my mouth and snake my tongue around my finger, savoring his unique flavor.

  “Oh my fucking God, Celine.” He pants, and I feel sensual and strong to be bringing such a reaction out of his usually stoic self.

  Levi’s gaze is riveted to my body. His eyes travel over my breasts to my waist and settles at my bare sex. He licks his lips as if he can already imagine tasting me there, and it makes my core throb. “You didn’t answer me, Celine.”

  “No…I just want to know. Oh Deity!” I shout to the rafters as Levi’s fingers start gliding through the wetness of my core, slowly rubbing at the bud of my sex with the moisture he collects.

  “Know what, Celine? Did you want to know his touch? I stopped it from happening before, and I’ll fucking do it again.” With that he begins to thrust his finger into my wet channel. His long masculine finger meets a barrier. He looks me in the eyes. His intense gaze fills with a predatory light.

  Levi growls, “Mine!” Then he thrusts two fingers fully inside of me. My body stills from the pain, putting a damper on my lust. A few tears trickle down my face at the sharp sting. I knew it would hurt, but I never imagined it would be this painful.

  “Oh, fuck!” He mutters. Levi’s eyes rolling as he tilts his head back. His pupils fully dilate leaving the thinnest rimming of gold.

  Oh Deity! He is feeding on my agony. The pain of my virginity is giving him sustenance. I am feeding a demon. I get up and move quickly away my gown still held around my waist by a braided belt. I watch as he sits in his euphoria from causing me discomfort. How could I do this to myself? My grace, my home, and my brethren could all be lost on someone who does not love me. I pull my gown together and begin to mist away.

  “Celine, please don’t go.” Levi calls out to me, but it’s too late. The last words I hear are his cursing and the crash of what I assume is his bottle of liquor. My breath catches in my throat on a sob. This was not how it was supposed to go. All I wanted was a taste of sensation with the man who haunts all of my fantasies. I am so enthralled with him, but it’s not reciprocal and will never be. Oh Deity, what have I done?

  * * *

  I materialize in front of Levi’s bar and see Jake locking the door. I watch him shiver and know it is from my presence and not the cool evening. He turns to look at me. Taking in my disheveled appearance, his eyes linger on the tracks of tears that fall from my eyes. He wraps his arms around me. The peace and comfort that comes from his embrace is immediate.

  “Celine, are you calm enough to mist us both away?” Jake’s voice is soothing as he calmly strokes my hair.

  “Yes, I think so.” I close my eyes and wait for the warm tingles of Jake’s soul to brush against mine.

  “Good. Now breathe and feel my intent. Can you feel where I want to go?” His voice is a little shaky with the intimate experience.

  “I can, yes.” It is the feeling of home. The house will be in a small neighborhood where lawns are well manicured and a dog barks in a deep bass tone, off in the distance. That little extra bit of information makes me smile. I know how much the dog’s barking annoys him now.

  “Let’s go,” he says, and we mist away. As soon as we arrive, Jake releases me quickly. We materialize in front of a large wooden door. I stay as a shade, not knowing who may be around. I feel a couple of life presences beyond the door. Jake sticks his key inside the locking mechanism and turns. He pushes the large oak door open and walks in a couple of steps.

  “Where are we?” I ask figuring it was his home but wanting to know for sure.

  “This is my place. Please, no questions until the woman who is here leaves.” He continues on in and walks towards the large chair in the corner of the living area. Pictures of a sweet child hang on the taupe colored walls. The furnishing is simple and comfortable looking. An elderly woman sits there peacefully asleep. A magazine sits across her ample bosom like a blanket and a small bit of drool hangs from the corner of her mouth. Jake pats the little, old, silver haired lady on the shoulder and speaks softly. “Mrs. Davidson, time to wake up.”

  “Hey Jake! You’re home early,” she says with a yawn. She squints at her watch and begins to stand using Jake’s hand for assistance. I use my sight and flash on her life. A widow for the last ten years, she has lead a quiet life. No children because of an accident when she was young. Mrs. Elizabeth Anne Davidson lives next door to Jake and worries for him like the son she will never have. Mrs. Davidson even saves the money he pays her for watching his daughter Karina, in an account that will go to Karina when she graduates high school. A daughter…amazing!

  “Yeah, a friend dropped me off.” He holds on to Mrs. Davidson’s arm as they make their way to the front door. “How was Karina tonight?”

  “She was a talkative little monster tonight.” The words are harsh, but the smile on her face says otherwise. “She made me read the same book to her three times in a row before she would let me leave her side to
night.”

  “I really don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you for caring for her this evening.” The gratitude pouring from Jake makes Mrs. Davidson beam in happiness.

  “You’re a sweet man, Jake. You must let me set you up on a date. I know the sweetest young woman.” She pats him on the cheek, turns, and walks out of the door. Jake stands there watching as she walks towards her house. Only when her silhouette disappears completely from view does he come back in. I smile at him when the sweet sound of his child drifts closer to us.

  “Daddy? Are you home, Daddy?” is said in a groggy voice as his daughter, Karina, steps into view. Her curly mahogany hair surrounds her and makes her sea green eyes stand out in beautiful contrast, just like her father’s. She is petite and stands to about my hip.

  “Hey, baby girl! You need to go to bed, Sweetheart. Come on and I’ll tuck you back in.” I enjoy this interaction between the two of them. Jake is a father, and a good one from what I see of Karina’s short life. Her mother is not present in any conscious memory but for one that is buried deep, and I cannot see it. Just the maternal vibrations come through.

  “Can the angel tuck me in too?” She looks over at me, and I'm shocked to realize that she can see me. Then again, she is half angel so it would explain the sight.

  “Of course. Celine, will you come with us?” Jake sighs and looks to me with pleading in his eyes. How could I resist the request of such a special child?

  “I would be honored to.” We make our way down the hall, the creaking of hardwood floor under their footing. I was still not fully corporal, so I pretty much glide along soundlessly like a ghost.

  “Why do you look so sad? Usually the angels I see smile a whole bunch more then you are, right now.” Even though she means no harm in her words, it stings me. I have not been truly happy in a long while even before being assigned to Levi. I always feel like I am missing something important, or that there was more for me out there somewhere.

  “Celine has had a very trying night, Sweetheart.” Jake pulls the pretty purple comforter up to her chin. I look around the room to see little hot air balloons are the main décor with little paper angels scattered across the walls. It is whimsical and reminds me a little of heaven with the cotton ball clouds and the little paper people sitting in them.