Her dainty hand closed into a fist and fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. “Is this the fate you had in store for me?” he roared. Her words struck like hammer blows on Lucien's heart. Eventually, this weakening damages their souls and destroys their will. We feed, and in the feeding, our men are weakened.
“I told you our kind fed because we had no choice?” “Of course.” I wonder where she's headed with this. “Do you remember the day we met?” She struggled visibly to control herself as she spoke. With us to teach him right from wrong, he'll be an agent for good.” “Is that really such a bad thing? Legend says the Incubus will have incredible powers. He shook his head, trying to understand both what Sarahi meant and what its implications could be. “Lucien,” Sarahi protested, “he takes my energy with the milk, I can feel it.
Haven't you heard the legend of the Incubus?” “There's no such thing as a male Succubus,” Lucien pointed out.
He's not.” She wiped her cheeks with the back of one hand. “Demon eyes,” Sarahi insisted, sounding hysterical. Milk dribbled down the baby's dimpled chin. Josiah had finished nursing, and she lifted him to his father, showing Lucien the brilliant green eyes shining from the dark face. You can't imagine how bad.” Sarahi's obvious distress at last drew his attention back to her. Lucien couldn't help but smile at the boy, who looked so appealingly like a mixture of the two of them. “What? Is he ill?” Lucien examined the healthy glow of his son's skin, the plump rolls of flesh around his thighs, belly and chin. He stroked the scarlet silk of her hair, waiting for the storm to pass, wondering what on earth had upset his lady so much. “Oh, Lucien!” She leaned against his shoulder and wept as though her heart were breaking. Who would have guessed that what I thought was a demoness to be fought was really just a woman desperate to be cared for? “What's wrong, my love?” He slid into the bed beside her, stroking the tawny skin of his son's cheek where it touched her pale flesh.
She's been so emotional all through the pregnancy and even more now that our son is here. Her slender shoulders shook with quiet sobs. As she fed the baby, tears spilled down her cheeks. He found his lady inside the trailer, sitting on the bed, propped up on pillows, their son cuddled to her breast. But the moment he'd tasted the sweetness of Sarahi's kiss that long-ago day in Rome, this conclusion had become inevitable. The responsibility of caring for a woman and a child meant he was not able to throw his life away in pursuit of his mission. In truth, this was the reason his kind vowed celibacy. Several of his fellow Nephilim had not returned, but Lucien had been determined to survive. The work had been excruciating, long and dangerous. Paranormal Romance Novel With Demons And Angels The Naphil’s Kiss by Simone Beaudelaire Book excerpt
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