Win was laid out on the chaise lounge sleeping off the effects of a rather intense round of love-making. Adom hadn't meant to take it quite so far, but Win's body was near brimming with demonic magic by this point. He needed an outlet, and Adom was doing everything in his power to alleviate the strain.Not that Win had any idea about the effects of his continued exposure to Adom's magic, though it was hard to miss how the lesser demons all but clung to him. Ever since that . . . scene in the forest, Adoms had allowed them back into the palace.He'd been unsure of the safety of an un-mark angel around so many lesser demons, but after seeing their reaction—their desire for Win, he took it a step further. The angel had been uncomfortable at first, but within weeks, he seemed to pick up on the fact that they wouldn't hurt him. They wrapped around his neck and arms when he moved through the palace, their thin limbs clasped and weak wings flapping whenever anothe
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