"Go to hell, Michael. You should be looking for my sister and she just took off to her cabin with those braindead fools, idiota. Besides, wasn't it you who suggested we get along since you plan on asking for my sister's hand no? Better get used to this."

A smirk grazed my lips as I flipped off Radio and took off to the other side of the park with Nova, a smile on both our lips.

"Now...where was I...oh yes."

I smirked, extending my claws and grabbing his jaw, "I would jump at the chance to hurt you like that if I didn't enjoy you so much in my bed, my sweet Démon de Sang."

My lips slammed against his, forcing a moan from his lips and pushing him towards the wall of the crumbling gift shop. Regretfully, I pulled back and attacked his neck, pressing him tighter against the wall and lifting him up. His legs wrapped tightly around my waist, pressing himself tighter against my still body.

"Little excited aren't we, Azrael?"

I smirked against his neck before biting down and moaning softly at the taste of his blood. No wonder Micah lost her mind....he does taste good.