“You’ve tainted me,” the prince grieved, “worse than if…” If what? ‘If you’d feasted on me with lust?’ “You’ve spoiled me dirty, ruined me.” ‘God will never love me again?’ And he inched backwards, lips abandoning Lucifer. ‘You don’t want His love, my angel.’ “Forgive me.” Michael’s weighted gaze lifted. “You’re everything to me, the stars and the moons, the heat and the cold, the earth and the seeds, the waters and the flowers, but you are not God.”
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