It has been two weeks since we visited Zephyr.

Draven's demon mates escorted Zephyr to Hell almost right after we talked to him, which was a scene.

I couldn't witness them leave Earth, because Draven said I was 'too fragile' after all I heard about my origin, but from what he told me, they left with a bang.

The reason why so much time has passed is because I can't bring myself to go to my foster parents' house, which Draven completely understood, for an unknown reason. We spent our days either practicing my powers or making out. Mostly making out.

Now that he has me all for himself, he never seemed to separate his dirty paws from me.

And I'm not even exaggerating.

We almost had sex at least five times and all five of them I had to intervene and say I have my period or some other lame excuse. My words were usually followed with 'oh, cool' or 'at least you won't get pregnant now'.

It's not that I don't want to go all the way with him, but I really don't think now is the right time to do it. Also, I want my first time to be special and I doubt we could make it perfect with all that we have going on.

We are still staying at the strangers' house that Draven invaded and I don't want them to walk in and see us crawling on one another like the human version of naked, sweaty animals.

Of course, I never told him that because I knew it wouldn't stop his sexual urges.

"Are you done already?" he called me, trying to open the bathroom door which I locked earlier, knowing he would try to get in and possibly see me naked.

"Hold on for three more minutes!" I yelled back annoyed while drying my hair with a towel.

I swear, guys are so fucking impatient. They get ready in one minute, so if we take any longer than that, they go all Hulk on you.

"You have been in there for one and a half hours!" he replied, trying to open the doors again. "I'm bored!"

"I'll be out in a second!"

"But I'm bored!" he whined, the weight of his body making a squeak as he leaned against the door.

I sighed and crossed the room in a few steps, finally unlocking them. He fell inside, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Well, hello there," he sang pleased, wrapping his arms around my waist while eyeing me up and down.

I pushed him away, brushing a hand through my still wet hair. "Draven, just because I'm in shorts doesn't automatically mean you get to touch me," I sighed.

He pouted and sat on the floor, giving me puppy eyes. "But your cute butt is calling my name," he complained. "Draven, look at me! I want you to touch me and squeeze me and love me!" he said in falsetto.

I couldn't keep a straight face and a laugh escaped from my lips. "You need to stop doing that," I told him, biting my cheek.

He raised his eyebrows, feeling, without a doubt, eternally amused by my presence.

"I wouldn't stop doing something that makes you blush this much even if I knew what you were talking about," he replied, eyeing me up and down without a bit of shame.

"Okay, that's it, I'm putting on sweatpants," I sighed, heading towards the door, but before I could walk out on him, he gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me down, making me sit on his lap.

Oh, great. I thought this couldn't get any more heated than it was, but I was obviously hella wrong.

"You're so bloody adorable," he whispered into my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I tried to escape his firm arms, which were wrapped around me in a tight hug. He trailed dozen of kisses down my jaw while leaving wet, burning spots as he got further. The truth is, I wouldn't stop him even if I could because his touch simply paralyzes me and makes me want him even more.

Still, my pride was bigger than my feelings towards the future king of Hell.

"I know my body turns you on, but..." I tried to say, but I stopped as soon as he reached my infamous weak spot behind my left ear. He discovered it not too long ago and he has been using it shamelessly to win me over in situations similar to this one.

I let out a moan, quickly closing my mouth before I could make another sound as embarrassment flushed over me.

If I wasn't red as tomato earlier, I sure as hell am now.

I could feel his lips twitch upwards into a satisfied smile, while carefully biting my earlobe. I knew he was doing this intentionally just to make me want him as much as he does me.

"What were you going to say?" he whispered and intensely grabbed my butt, pulling me even closer to his warm body.

Surprise washed over me and I let out a shocked gasp, which made this a lot more fun for him.

He cupped my chin and made me keep eye contact, while a confident smirk on his face grew bigger with each second that passed by.

"It's ten p.m.," I managed to squeeze out, which got difficult when he started sucking on my neck. That will turn purple by the end of the night. "We need to get to my old house before my parents... uh..." I trailed off, unable to finish my sentence.

Draven and his bloody skills.

Resisting him became harder as time flew by and my mind eventually completely shut down. It came to a point where my entire body was on fire, especially places he touched, and I couldn't even imagine try and move my limbs because I would fail.

We started making out, which rapidly grew into something way bigger. It was almost impossible to ignore the desire I felt inside my stomach.

I need him.

He picked me up, never separating our kiss as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me out of the bathroom towards the bed without any problem. He carefully laid me down on the soft sheets, still kissing every part of my exposed body.

It was obvious I couldn't think straight, but the only thing that came to my mind was - what is this boy doing to me?

He took off his clothes, leaving himself in nothing except his boxers, and I couldn't help myself but admire his perfectly built body. My fingers ran to his abs, feeling every single hollow and bump as his muscles tensed under my touch.

His tongue played with mine as he pinned my arms above my head. His decisions were made out of nothing but the desire he has been feeling towards me all this time. He didn't think once about the flow of this heated make-out session. When I ran out of breath, I finally backed away, still looking into his plump lips. "Draven..."

"Hm?" he mumbled, his emerald eyes still closed.

It was so difficult to focus when he towered over my body like a lion searching for prey. He made my head dizzy and everything slowed down, including my thoughts. He looked like an actual model, so it was ten times harder resisting his touch.

"We don't have a condom," I pointed out. As an answer, he leaned back in, taking off my shirt and pants. This time, I didn't worry about where this might lead to - I simply let him do whatever he wanted to me. My body was loose and relaxed when he kissed my stomach and trailed towards my neck.

"Let me do this for you," he whispered against my lips while he took off every single piece of the remaining clothes I was dressed in.

Why did I ever have any second thoughts about him?

This is a guy I love and will spend the rest of my life with. What do I have to be ashamed of? Why would I resist the man I know will have my children?

Without any further hesitation, I grabbed his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to my body. I could sense his surprise towards my actions, but he didn't question them any longer. He quickly took off his boxers and deepened the kiss, tangling his fingers into my hair.

The night was truly beautiful - warm and bright, not a single cloud was covering the stars that shined down on us. I couldn't wish anything more perfect than this exact moment with this exact person.

Draven pinned my arms above my head and groaned in pleasure as I felt every single atom of my body scream.

Sweat covered our bodies and moans echoed through the room, neither one of us being able to contain ourselves from enjoying everything about this moment.

The pain soon turned into pleasure and now, I wanted him to continue and never stop. Although he was right here with me, I still craved for his touch. We couldn't be any closer to each other, but I needed him to be exactly that - even closer.

He just felt so right.

Eventually, after many moments of silence, he separated his lips from mine and moved to my ear, his heavy breath tickling me. "You just sold your body to the Devil."

✧

We have been walking in silence for one hour straight and I have never felt more awkward in my entire life.

Well, everything was silent besides Draven grinning from ear to ear and humming Taylor Swift songs under his breath.

"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run."

Well, his 'humming' was singing and he wasn't very good at it. I never thought I would have to say this, but I needed him to numb my brain with the bloody sexual Draven jokes just so he would stop being so fucking weird.

"You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess, it's a love story, baby just say 'yes'," he continued singing, emphasizing the words 'prince' and 'princess'.

We both agreed to come to my old house before ten p.m. because that's when my parents are usually still at work.

It's two in the morning right now.

"Could you stop doing that?!" I finally snapped, interrupting his bloody singing session. He raised his eyebrows in question.

"What?"

"Do not 'what' me!"

"Something's wrong, little rebel?" he smirked, intertwining our fingers. "Do you need more of me?" he whispered, leaning closer towards me.

I pushed him away and snapped my head in the opposite direction, trying to hide the smile I couldn't suppress. Although I knew he wouldn't stop messing with me once we had sex, I was annoyed with him.

Does he normally sing "Love Song" by Taylor Swift after such an erotic experience?

"You don't need to be ashamed, a simple-"

"Draven," I interrupted his nonsense and stopped him from further walking.

"-'please' is all I need to hear."

"Draven!" I slapped his arm, making him look at me with an even bigger smirk.

"Oh, we are demanding!" he commented, but I shot him a warning glare before he could say anything else.

"Who is that?" I finally asked, breaking our eye contact and looking on the opposite side of the street.

A little girl, around ten years old, was standing about fifty meters away from us. Although we were walking through the town, it was a dead time of the night, and the streets were empty. It almost looked like a ghost town.

She had bright, red hair and a wide smile decorating her pretty, innocent face. I squinted, trying to examine her features, although it was pretty hard if we consider the distance between the two of us.

What was a kid her age doing out at this time of the night?

"She is adorable," I whispered with a small smile creeping from the corners of my lips. I furrowed my eyebrows, still deep in the thought. "She reminds me of someone."

My brain was working a hundred miles per hour and I still wasn't able to figure out who she resembled. It was almost like we met before and now I was trying to remember who she is.

I glanced at Draven, who stared at the girl with eyes wide opened, while restlessly mumbling shit under his breath. "She is a demon," he announced, breaking the tense silence.

My eyes snapped back in her direction and I could feel a big, fat question mark forming above my head. "How the fuck do you know that?"

"What is a demon this young doing on Earth?" he mumbled to himself, his distant gaze still resting on her.

"Draven! How do you know she is a demon?" I repeated the question, this time more annoyed.

He looked at me and raised his left hand. "The bracelet."

I nodded, still looking at his wrist. "What do we do?" I thought out loud.

"Oi! Little stalker girl!" he called out, his eyes locked on her.

"Draven!" I hissed, putting a hand over his loud mouth. "You're going to scare her off!"

"Bullshit!" he mumbled, licking my hand so I would move it away. God, he is such a kid.

"Shut up and don't be you," I ordered him before I wiped my palm in my shorts and turned around to face the girl.

She didn't move since the last time I looked at her. It was like she was a statue.

"Hey, there!" I smiled, slowly walking over to her. "What's your name?"

She opened her mouth to answer my question but was interrupted before a simple sound could leave her lips.

"Babygirl, your butt looks amazing from here," Draven commented and I could feel anger boiling inside of me.

"Draven! What did I just say?!" I snapped, turning around to him.

"Sorry, little rebel, but I'm so bloody distracted," he blinked, resembling a lost puppy while dazing into my lower body.

I sighed in annoyance and rubbed the bridge of my nose. "You will be the death of me."

"What the actual fuck?" he gasped, looking up and over my shoulder. Shortly afterward, a strong breeze passed us and I turned around, following his gaze.

The little girl was gone.

"Where did she go?!" I yelled in confusion, meeting his eyes for an answer.

He stared at me and I could tell he was just as puzzled as I was. He took my hand into his and turned around, pulling me with him. "Let's just go."

I glanced at the spot the girl was standing at, before my legs followed the path he was walking in.

"What do you think that was?" I asked after ten minutes of walking in silence.

"I don't know," he answered, staring at the road ahead of us.

"Do you recognize her?"

"I don't know."

"What was was she doing here?"

"I don't fucking know, okay?!" he exploded, pulling me to walk faster. "I'm just as clueless as you are," he mumbled, more to himself than to me.

What was that? Why is he so frustrated about a little girl? I mean, yeah, she is a demon and she did disappear right in front of us, but is that the reason why he's so annoyed?

"Hey, we're here," I stopped him and we both looked at the small white house in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" he glanced at me and I nodded, not being able to tear my eyes off my old bedroom window.

"But we need to take the back entrance," I said, already walking towards the fence that was surrounding the backyard.

The exact backyard we first met at. I still remember that night perfectly - from the smallest detail possible to those important moments such as saying goodbye to my old life I was so used to.

"Do you need help with that?" Draven laughed after he stood there watching me struggle to get over the fence for at least five minutes.

"No," I said breathlessly, still trying to get on the other side. "I can do this-"

"You clearly cannot, love," he pointed out, grabbing my butt and throwing me on the other side and before I could do anything to stop him, I was laying on the wet grass.

Not a second passed by and he was already by my side, helping me get up from the ground. Although I was mad at him for not giving me a chance to do something myself, I couldn't ignore the cuteness that radiated off him when he helped me.

"If you didn't look so bloody cute, I'd slap the shit out of you," I smiled and took his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers. "C'mon, now. We have to hurry."

✧

"Draven, did that girl look familiar to you?" I asked him once we got into my room and closed the door behind us. "It's like I've met her before."

"Nope," he said, walking over to my desk and looking through my stuff. "But, you know, when someone tells me I look familiar, I just reply with 'I do porn'," he stated, looking at my notebook filled with sketches and portraits.

"Draven, she's ten years old!" I objected and looked at him with confusion. Sometimes I wonder what is happening in his head to think shit like that.

"Holy mother of Moses," he gasped once he laid on my bed. "This is a heaven for my back!" he sang in a high pitched voice, rolling around it and burying his face in the sheets.

I frowned at his words, looking through the drawer beside my desk for that object Zephyr talked about. I stared into a white, shiny pearl which I somehow found on the bottom of the ocean a long time ago. I was really young but brave enough to do something against my parents' word. I was so proud and happy when I found that pearl, because how can a seven-year-old girl hold her breath for that long?

"Shouldn't you not use the word 'Heaven'?" I pointed out, placing that pearl into my pocket. He's the future Devil, for God's- I mean, for Devil's sake. Is that how the phrase goes?

"I can say whatever the Hell I want, darling," he laughed. "I'm Draven fucking Knox!" he yelled out, using a deep and scary voice to prove his point.

"Are you fucking insane?!" I ran towards the bed, closing his mouth shot. "My fucking parents are sleeping in the room next to ours! You need to be quiet!" I hissed, glaring into his eyes.

He mumbled something against my hand, what seemed like an apology, and raised his arms in surrender. I was so focused on being angry at him, I almost jumped off the bed when something hard rose and poked my leg.

He looked up at the ceiling, smiling from ear to ear, and when I realized what was going on, I quickly backed away.

"Draven! Are you kidding me right now?" I crossed my arms and looked down on him. "We're in the middle of a life-threatening operation!"

He looked at me with innocence while a childish grin stretched out his lips. "What can I do? You are so hot when you're angry."

Just as I was about to tell him off, something made a noise in the hall, turning this situation into something more dangerous than it was supposed to be. My whole body stiffened and I just blankly stared at Draven.

What the fuck do I do?

He instantly got up from the bed, walking quietly as a mouse. He was about to open up the doors when I turned around and stopped him. He looked at me with confusion, but I simply shook my head, letting him know to let it go.

I need to take care of this on my own. As much as it scares me, they are my parents which makes them my problem.

When I finally collected enough courage, I opened the doors to find myself standing face to face with my foster parents. This is the moment I feared this entire time - that I would have to see them again.

We stood in a deadly silence as their hollow eyes shifted from me to Draven. The tension in this room was seriously messing me up because I did something I would never do if I had full control over my body.

I slapped the shit out of my mum. Not one second passed by that Draven could manage himself. His deafening laughter echoed through the room, making my parents angrier than they would've been in the first place.

"What the fuck is your problem, you bitch?!" my dad suddenly jumped on top of me, strangling me with everything he had. I didn't even have to look at Draven - he was already on the floor next to me, punching the living crap out of my dad.

I looked around the room, noticing my mum was gone.

What the fuck? Where is she?

"Alya! Get the fuck out of here!" Draven groaned as he wrestled with my dad. I did not doubt who will win this match, but leaving Draven alone was a lot harder to do than I originally thought.

Although my entire body was on fire and I couldn't breathe properly, I got up and followed his order. I ran out of my room and down the stairs, towards the front door. All I have to do now is wait for Draven.

"Well, hello there," a low, female voice greeted me from the shadows. My entire body paralyzed as I watched her get closer to me. Thumps and thuds shook the house, letting me and everyone in the neighborhood know that there is a massive fight going on between my boyfriend and my dad.

"What do you want?" my voice was quiet and cautious. My eyes were glued on her tall, dark figure as I studied her every move. My mother is really smart, which means I can't fool her with anything I say. I have no chance against her.

"Isn't that a harsh way to talk to your mother?" she pouted, gently stroking my cheek. "After all that we've done for you?"

I scoffed and yanked her hand off me. Was she being serious? They have never thought about me or were nice to me. Never!

My life has led up to me having multiple trust issues and insecurities, all because of them. It's their fucking fault I'm so unstable!

"You are the worst, did you know that? All my life, you have been humiliating me and bringing down my confidence, but not anymore!" I hissed, feeling so much anger and sadness at the same time. She stumbled back, looking at me with eyes wide opened. "You have no right to have that power over me!"

"Aly, r-"

"No! You don't get to call me by nicknames!" I interrupted her, feeling the heat of actual flames burning my skin. "I am Alya to you!"

She raised her hands as if she was trying to calm me down while backing away slowly. "Alya, why are you on fire?" she asked me, horror filling her eyes.

I looked down on my hands which were breathing out red flames. Holy shit, I have done it again.

My eyes met hers and as I was about to apologize, she stumbled back and fell on the floor. "Mum?" I called her, but my body turned, once again, into stone when I saw what have I done.

I killed her.

Crimson blood flooded the ground as her face became distant, her eyes looking at me with fear.

"Draven!" I cried out, my voice cracking at the end of the sentence. I killed my mother, I killed my mother, I killed my mother.

The house stopped shaking and he appeared in the hall before I could blink. He took my hands into his, concern taking over his face. "Are you hurt?"

I shook my head and grabbed his arm, leading us towards the door. I need to get away from here or else I will suffocate. I need fresh air.

"Babe, what is going on?" he stopped me as soon as we exited the house. I took a moment before answering him, inhaling the fresh, cold air.

"I killed her," I told him as if he couldn't see it for himself. "My powers killed her."

"Aly, look at me," he cupped my chin, wiping off the salty tears. "It was self-defense and you had no other choice. It's not your fault," he whispered and kissed the top of my head.

"What happened to my father?" I buried my face into his chest, inhaling his fresh, forest scent.

He sighed and paused before answering, giving me an answer without saying anything.

"He is dead, isn't he?"

"I'm sorry, Aly, but I couldn't have lived with the fact that I spared their miserable lives. Not after what they've done to you," he said quietly, gently stroking my hair.

Before I knew what was happening, I completely broke down into his arms. I sobbed and screamed into his chest for what seemed like an eternity. I completely lost track of time, but I couldn't move nor speak.

What have I done? I destroy everything! I have pulled Draven through weeks of suffering, killed two humans and now I'm supposed to rule Hell with Draven. I won't be able to do it!

"Hey, shh, calm down," the sudden appearance of his voice startled me and I let out a whimper.

"I ruin e-everything," I complained with my head still in his chest. I finally backed away, looking into his eyes. "Are you tired of me?"

He looked at me with a grin, but once he figured out I wasn't joking, his facial expression turned serious in a matter of seconds.

"Alya May, the goddess of Sicily, I will never get tired of you," he took my hands into his, giving me a soft smile. "I, too, am not perfect. I may annoy you, piss you off, say stupid shit, and then take it all back. But when you put that all aside, you'll never find a person who cares or loves you more than me."

I gave him a small nod, letting him know I understand. I understand it all.

The fact that he would kill for me and stain his hands with blood gives me an answer to every question I ever thought I'd have. He's the one for me and there will never be anyone, but him.

I may have doubted him in the past, but now I'm sure. I am ready to dedicate my entire life to him and Hell.

"So, what do you say, eh? Let's buy a house and fuck in every room," he smirked, stroking a piece of hair behind my ear.

I laughed, pushing him away. He knows how to make me feel better, although it's with his dirty jokes. "We will not do that."

He pouted, getting down on his knees. "But you know what they say! Couples who fuck a lot, smile a lot," he winked at me, kissing my hand and every finger on it.

"Let's just go home," I smiled and intertwined our fingers as he got up from the ground. With the other hand, I pulled out the pearl that will serve me as a ticket to Hell. I don't know if that pearl is the right object Zephyr talked about, but I will have to risk it.

When I found it on the bottom of an ocean, it was the first and the last time I ever did something for myself and felt proud. From now on, I'm proud to announce I will be doing a lot more things for myself. I am not the same as I was a couple of months before and I never will be.

"Shall we?" he asked me with the biggest grin.

I nodded and I knew, without any doubt, that I'm safe with Draven by my side. He will protect me at all costs.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and it dropping to my stomach as we disappeared into the endless void, side by side.

✧