Heaven to Hell (A Naughty Box Production Book 1)

by Rue Volley

  “Is she going to stay with us now?” Karina asks with a sleepy yawn. “Andy, the boy from class, has an angel who lives with him. He doesn’t know it, and I didn’t tell him, Daddy, I promise.” She looks up at him with her sleepy, innocent eyes. Yearning settles deep in my heart to share my life with another.

  “No, Baby, she is just visiting for a while. I am happy you didn’t tell him. It is for his angel to let him know.” He is so patient with Karina. So opposite to how he is around Levi.

  “Daddy, can you read to me?” The words barely leave her pretty cupids bow lips when her eyelids begin to flutter closed.

  “I think Mrs. Davidson read to you plenty tonight. It’s time for you to go back to slumberland.” He leans down and lightly kisses her brow, smiling as he pulls away.

  “I hope you feel better, Ms. Celine.” I smile at her even, knowing her eyes are closed and she cannot see me.

  “Thank you, Karina,” I say softly as Jake and I leave the room. I make myself fully corporal as we walk back down the hallway. I drag my fingers against the wall. The feeling of the flat paint is silky and chalky at the same time. Jake motions me over to the sofa. It is a camel colored suede, much the same as Levi’s. I tuck my wings in close to lie flat against my body so I can sit back on to the sofa.

  “Would you like something to drink?” I begin to shake my head. ‘No,’ but he puts a hand up to stop me. “I know you don’t need it, but I figure you might like to try it out.” He smiles knowing darn well the thought of experiencing anything while in this form is intense and welcome.

  “I would love some. Thank you. Actually do you have wine?” I might as well go for gusto. I can feel my feathers flutter in excitement.

  “Are you sure?” Jake asks with a bit of trepidation in his voice.

  “Yes. I am sure. I have always wanted to try it, and I seem to be all about trying new things these days.” I will not let the censure in his voice put a damper on this new experience.

  Jake disappears through a doorway I assume is the kitchen. A few moments later he is walking in with a glass of the deepest red liquid and the wine bottle in his other hand. “Here you go. Sip it.” He hands the glass to me by the stem. “Take your time. Savor it.”

  “Thank you.” I take a small pull on the drink. It is full-bodied with subtle spices of the land that grew flavorful in the grape. The complexity dances on my tongue. As I swallow a few more pulls of this decadent drink, I feel my limbs growing heavy, and my tongue loosens. “So… I assume Karina is part of the reason for your fall.” I blurt out without caring that it might be a sensitive subject for him.

  “She is, yes. Though I miss home and my brethren, I would give it all up in a heartbeat for her all over again,” he says, smiling at some far off thought that I would desperately like to know.

  “She has your beautiful eyes,” I say, leaning in close to him to better look into the sea green of his eyes.

  “Thank you. Most days I see her mother in her face.” Sadness colors his tone. I reach out to pat his shoulder in sympathy. I use a little more force than necessary. Jake winces and rubs the spot I was patting. Whoops!

  “Maddie, Karina’s mother, was a pain in the ass, especially while she was pregnant.” He smiles at his thoughts of her, “Maddie’s death was unexpected, but Karina and I have made a nice, quiet life for ourselves.” I smile at him and smiling makes me feel like laughing. Wow, wine is like magic. I need more of this red deliciousness.

  “Wow! This makes me feel… giggly,” I say, waving my glass at him for a refill.

  “Want to tell me why you are so…,” Jake asks, motioning towards my still disheveled appearance.

  “Levi, of course,” I say with a heavy sigh. Throwing my head back into the couch cushion, images of his golden gaze and the feel of his hands and mouth on my body swim to the forefront. I close my legs at the sharp ache between my thighs. I hear Jake clear his throat and come back to my senses. “I let him…touch me.”

  “I see, and…” He is baiting me for a full answer. The look on his face tells me he already knows what I have to say.

  “I was a virgin, so it hurt. And he…he…” I couldn’t even finish saying it. Feeding a demon and being with my charge sexually for that matter is not going to keep my grace. I am so going to lose my wings.

  “He fed off the pain,” Jake says, like it is no big deal. He knows what I risk, and he treats it so nonchalantly.

  “Oh Deity. Yes. I fed a demon. Me, an angel, fed a demon.” I say in exasperation. The wine makes me slur my words and speak in a belligerent tone. Not that I care at the moment.

  “You know he feeds involuntary. Someone can stub their toe while he holds their hand, and Levi would get excited.” Jake shrugs, and it makes me want to smack him. Just what a female wants to hear that the man she wants would act that way towards anyone who endures bodily harm. Jerk!

  “Well, that makes me feel special,” I say punctuating it with a large hiccup and heavy emphasis on the ‘S’.

  “You are special to him. Celine. You should’ve seen him these past weeks. He was a damn mess.” A small part of me is thrilled to hear that and wants desperately to believe I mean something to him in a way that is not sexual or a one-way ticket into hell. Who in the hell am I trying to kid here? All of me is thrilled and wants to believe in his feelings.

  “With the way he treats me, you would think I was a plague. I have seen the plagues, so you cannot tell me otherwise.” Whew! I am so damn hot and dizzy. I start to fan myself off, and Jake catches the glass from my hand as I tip over and feel the fibers of the sofa against my face.

  * * *

  I open my eyes when I hear a buzzing sound. The silky voice of Jake lulls me to sleep. I close my eyes for what feels like a second. When I open them, I am greeted to the sound of Levi and Jake talking in a low, aggressive tone. I see Jake shake his head at Levi’s back as he pushes his way in. Levi walks toward the sofa I have no intention on vacating, and he just looks at me. He holds his body regally like a king. Levi is so strong and virile, but in his eyes I see vulnerability. Is it in fear that I will turn him away?

  Jake speaks softly, “You guys are both pretty fucked up. Stay in the spare room tonight.” Levi nods and makes his way towards me. I want to say no, but the closer he comes, the more whole I feel. I want his arms around me holding me tightly and telling me he wants me as much as I want him. I am so pathetic.

  I feel Levi pick me up and even in this drunken stupor, I am in awe of his strength. He carries me with such ease that we are practically gliding to the room on the other side of the house. Levi jostles me around while he tries to pull the sheet down on the bed. I feel the soft yet firm give of the mattress as he sets me down gently. I moan, luxuriating in the feel of the soft cool sheets.

  I watch as Levi strips down to nothing and my feathers, though tucked in close to my body, flutter at the scintillating sight. Could the creator have made anyone more physically perfect? Smooth muscles stacked on his six-foot-two frame and a face to render you speechless in its masculine beauty. What really sets Levi apart from the rest is the power and raw magnetism which he exudes.

  Levi climbs into the bed beside me. He reaches his arms out and pulls me close to him. He kisses my forehead and I melt into his embrace. In my drunken state, I am so confused. My emotions are cascading in unidentifiable patterns. Joy, sadness, excitement, fear, hope, pain, anger, and even love stream through me. A kaleidoscope of feelings I have never experienced in full crash violently against my soul.

  “I am so sorry, Celine. Please forgive me. I should’ve never taken your innocence away from you like that. I am sick that the pain of it fed me. I know it’s a lame excuse, but I can’t control it.” There is sincerity in his voice that makes me want to listen. I say nothing to him in response, only watch as the moonlight filters in, highlighting the stubble on his face. I glide my hand against his cheek, and he closes his eyes and nuzzles in. He is so desperate for a gentle touch that he is practically purring.


  “I have to confess something to you.” Levi is holding his breath preparing to tell me something I am sure will have me curling up in the fetal positon.

  “Are you seeing another angel?” I ask jokingly, hoping to defuse the tension. Well that and I am pretty sure I’m drunk. Levi’s face gives no hint to what bomb he plans to drop on me. He looks so serious, even with his hooded bedroom eyes. I pull my hand away from his face and I wait as patiently as I can for what he has to say.

  “Celine, I have known about your presence for a long while. I didn’t put it together until you came down and misted around me, but I always knew you were with me. You make me feel…complete and peaceful.” Levi’s words make my feathers flutter excitedly, and I try to play it off by shifting around, hoping he does not notice. Levi is so loquacious when he has been drinking, and I like it. Levi’s hardened exterior and words are all for show. His need for control and distancing himself from people makes him act brash.

  “Sometimes, when I ‘spied’ on you,” I say, putting my finger in those little bunny ears I see people do when quoting someone. “I would see you shiver when I focused in too hard. I would almost slip between the veils that separate us.” I am also admitting things too freely. I need to think before I speak. Before I say something I cannot take back, like how the sheer curtain defuses the light and shines on him in a way that makes me want to rub myself all over him. Shaking my head, I try to ignore my inner musings and listen to him.

  “When my mother passed away, everything became so much harder for me. My hungers were threatening to turn me into the monster my father wants me to become.” He reaches out for my hand, entwines our fingers, and softly strokes his thumb over mine.

  “I want you close to me. When you are near, it is like being bathed in hope. When you are gone I feel empty, lost. This all sounds so selfish saying it out loud” Levi mumbles, “but I need you.” I cut him off before he can continue.

  “It is selfish, you baboon! I am a sweet and kind angel, and you, Sir, are an ass. Ha, I can say that word,” I say playfully and slide closer to him, slipping my leg between his as we lie on our sides. The need to be as close as possible to Levi is driving me to shed my inhibitions further. Levi smiles at my little tirade.

  “When you came down to this plane, I watched you the best I could out of the corner of my eye. It was joyful watching you, fucking joyful.” The goofy grin on his lips has my heart beating erratically. “I caught you putting your hand under the bathroom faucet. The stream of water cascading over your fingers made your eyes sparkle. I swear inner light exudes from you in your happiness, and it is breath-taking.”

  “Wow! I am the worst Watcher ever. Here I am supposed to be keeping track of everyone all stealthy, but instead they were all just blatantly watching me. The shame!” I dramatically put a hand to my forehead and giggle. I am pretty sure I am supposed to be mad at him for something, or am I supposed to be mad at myself?

  “Not to mention seeing your full form had me digging my own nails into the palms of my hands to stop myself from reaching out and touching you.” Levi grips my hand a little firmer, bringing it up to his mouth to softly press a kiss to my knuckles. Little electric tingles travel to some very choice areas of my body at the sweet contact.

  “I’m sorry for how I acted at the bar. When I heard you and Jake talking about smiting me, it was like every dream I pinned my hopes on about walking through the pearly gates and calling the clouds home were gone, in only the one minute of conversation you had with the damn Fallen.” He pauses for a moment as I stare into Levi’s haunting lion-like eyes. Even in the velvet dark of night they are still vibrant in the moonlight. His gaze heats as he talks about mine and Jake's conversation and I assume it’s in anger and disappointment of his situation.

  “I wasn’t even going to let on that I knew you guys were talking about me so I could keep you by my side. I thought that if I acknowledged that you were there, you would go away and of course you did. But when I saw pretty boy about to put his hands on you and you willing and fucking anxious for Jake’s touch, something in me snapped.” Oh my! He is growling and possessive and I love the way it makes me feel.

  “Levi, his touch was not the one I wanted, but I never imagined there would come a day that the person I want would even know I existed, let alone touch me.” I yank my hand away from Levi and cover my mouth. Holy Deity! Did I just say that out loud?

  Levi smirks at me, and I smack him lightly in the chest. “It was for that reason I was an asshole. I couldn’t bear the thought of you enjoying his touch. I want you, Celine.” The way he says my name makes it the most sensual sounding word to ever be said.

  “I feel like you are the other half of what is missing from me. I’m not saying I know you but something about you has my mind and body screaming ‘Mine.’ I’m wrecked when you’re gone, Celine.” I hurt for him and myself and without saying a word I press my lips to his. Our tongues tangle in a slow erotic dance, slipping and sliding against one another. Each of us is competing for dominance over the other’s mouth. The lingering taste of liquor on his breath is just as intoxicating as before.

  Levi pushes me to lie flat on my back as his lips move away from mine, leaving a sizzling trail down my neck. He hovers over me, slowly moving down and biting around my breasts through the fabric. Then he uncovers them by leisurely pulling the gossamer-like fabric to the sides. The cool air against the aching buds of my breasts sting in the most delicious way. Levi licks his lips and I writhe just a little in response. My hands clutch at his smooth muscular back. He puts his weight fully on top of me, pushing my thighs open wide with his knees. Levi drags my hands away and pins them above my head. I arch my back, relishing the feel of the beaded peaks rubbing against his oh so hot flesh. Levi’s erection presses against the apex of my thighs, and subtly I rock into him as he peppers kisses along my neck and up to the lobe of my ear. “Will you let me do something for you, Celine?”

  “Levi, I…oh my! Please don’t stop.” I moan into his neck as he rocks himself against my sex. He moves down, and the loss of him pushing against me makes me cry out. My head whips back and forth; my white-blonde hair flying in its wake. Levi leans up and unties the braided belt at my waist, opening the gown for his viewing pleasure. I shiver at the hunger in his eyes and wonder briefly if he will give me pain with my pleasure.

  “God made you so fucking perfect. I don’t know where to start tasting you first.” He moves further down, licking and nipping his way towards my abdomen over my hip and down the side of my right thigh. Levi’s hair trails across my sensitive body, making me shiver in pure ecstasy. His tongue licks up the inside of my thigh, and both my hands clench the bed sheet on either side of me. I watch his dark head rise. His golden eyes are glowing with heat and I am sure he would find the same fire has been ignited in the green of mine. He lowers his head and flattens his tongue. Then he gives my already sopping wet sex one long lick from the opening of my core to the hardened bud of my sex.

  “Your pussy tastes so good, Baby.” He moans into me, still working his tongue up and down. He sucks on the outer lips of my sex gently with a small audible pop.

  “Sweet Heavens, Levi! Please, Oh Deity, don’t stop. Ugh!” My moaning becomes disjointed, unrecognizable sounds. Levi wraps his arms under and around my thighs to stop me from thrusting my pelvis erratically towards his mouth. He teases so spectacularly and I can feel my release coming. I have never once imagined it could be so powerful, the build up to what promises to be a spectacular release.

  Everything surrounding me is fading away, and my vision is a blur of tears. Frustration takes over from being held so close on the edge of the orgasm that my body is starving for and it’s almost painful. His tongue begins swirling on the bud of my sex, and I groan words that are incoherent, even to myself.

  “You like me working your clit, Celine?” He asks me, while playing in the wetness of my core.

  “Yes, yes Levi!” I say in a rush of words, needing him t
o give me that little bit more to send my body reeling in rapture.

  “Tell me.” He commands. I am lost on what he expects from me. My hands tighten their grip on Levi’s hair. Strands pulling out, he moans at the unintentional pain I cause him.

  “I like it so, ugh…much.” Oh Deity, please say I said the right thing.

  “No! Say it,” Levi growls. My breath hitches in my throat with him continuingly curbing my orgasm.

  I repeat back the words he said to me the first time, feeling completely dirty but in a good way. “Oh Deity, I like you working my clit, Levi,” bursts forth from me, and he rewards me by continuing his maddening pace on my sex.

  “Mmm…good girl,” Levi moans into me, and I cry out his name.

  “Ah, yes, so close, yes!” I try to move my hips, but he continues to hold me down. His tongue swirls faster and with more pressure. His finger teases the opening of my core. He slowly slips it in, and my slick channel clenches as he begins stroking in and out, adding another finger and curling them to rub against the wall of my sex. I grind myself against his mouth. My hands fist his hair, keeping him in the exact spot I need him to be. Suddenly, I explode. My nerve endings are on fire. My legs straighten and my toes curl.

  “Good girl, Celine,” His deep voice vibrates against me. “Come for me. I want to taste everything you have to give me.” His words heightens the intensity. Starbursts flash before my eyes as I fall off this orgasmic cliff into an abyss of unending euphoria. When I gather my wits about myself, I reach for him. He gently moves my hand away. The rejection though small, stings a little, taking away from the intensity of my orgasm. Levi moves up to lie beside me and cradle me in his arms.

  “This is for you, Celine. We have plenty of time to do more but for tonight I want to give you pleasure. To see you come apart under my mouth and hand does it for me. Close your eyes, Baby, and maybe tomorrow you will, ‘forgive me my trespasses’.” He smiles while quoting “The Lord’s Prayer,” to me. Time seems to stop, allowing me to soak in every detail. His chiseled cheek bones, with its light dusting of stubble are rough against my palm. The heat of his hypnotic, molten gold eyes shine with male satisfaction. It is this moment I want to carry with me into the hereafter. When the forever fields of misty white and the unending life span ahead of me becomes unrelentingly monotonous, I will have this moment seared into my very soul to keep me living another day.