Celestial Beginnings (Nephilim Series) Read Online Free PDF

indefinably, the prospect of that is a little frightening. Sometimes he just feels used for what he is.
    This feeling’s been in the back of his head for a while now. It was just the mission yesterday that kicked it into overdrive. He probably would have gone off the deep end if it hadn’t been for….
    “Ahh Shit! Don’t think about it…don’t…” He warned himself, but it was too late. The memory of his dream had already snuck back into his head.
    Her creamy skin .
    Her beautiful auburn hair that fanned the bed.
    Those sinful violet e yes that narrowed with pleasure.
    The most perfect breasts he ever saw, that fit just right in his h…
    “Laundry, golf, reality TV.” He was trying to think of anything else. Malachi shut his eyes trying to will away the vision, but, at the same time…hoped he didn’t run into a tree.
    It wasn’t helping, and when he shut his eyes, different thoughts came to mind.
    The little mewling sounds when he ran his hands along her soft skin.
    Her moans getting louder as he licked his way around her body.
    Her crying out when he stabbed his tongue inside her ope…
    “Hell’s Fire!” His eyes flew open and he increased his speed. If he couldn’t stop his imagination, there was no use letting everyone see how much he enjoyed the dream. As he ran, he was still aware enough to know he couldn’t go as fast as he wanted. He didn’t feel like drawing unwanted attention to himself, but at the same time, just wanted to be home. He quickly started to sweat more than usual. Malachi was trying to convince himself that it was just because of the over excursion but was failing miserably.
    Just then, his chest started to feel…full, and his heart was pumping a mile a minute. It startled him at first until he realized what was happening. The memories brought onto him the same feeling he had in the dream. The feeling when she opened herself up to him, accepting him.
    A groan was pushed forth from his chest. Need to get home, need to get home, he repeated to himself.
    He rounded the corner to his street and thanked whoever that he was almost there.
    It’s about damn time! My grandmother could have gotten here faster.
    Dammit!!! He completely forgot about Gemariah. Malachi jogged up to his house, slowing down as he got closer. Once outside his door, he put one arm above his head and leaned into the door. As he held himself up, he concentrated on a spot located on the floor. To anyone watching, it looked as if he was taking a breather but in actuality, he was using all the inner strength he had, willing himself to calm down.
    After a few minutes, he reined in his emotions and opened the front door to walk in. The smell was always the first thing he noticed because it smelled of freshly cut wood. There had been a lot of remodeling in the process to make the place his and the aroma kind of stuck. The house seemed to have a calming effect on him.
    He had lived in many different places, but this one was his favorite. It was a simple ranch style house in a quaint suburb. Sitting on one acre of land, it was built in the shape of a letter L. The outside looked classy with its brick covering, the inside was spacious, and the house was…all his. Because it was located in a small town north of the city, he was separated from the major crime when he finally got home. There were many things he loved about the city of Chicago, but he needed an out now and then.
    Walking in farther, he noticed his friend in the living room and he grinned. “Of course your grandmother could get here faster. She was 20 feet tall, two strides and she would have been done with one block.” He responded to Gemariah’s earlier jest.
    “Okay, fine, you got me there.” Gemariah said with a smirk. “But really, what took you so long? When I saw you, you were only a minute or so away. It’s been close to ten.”
    Malachi turned to walk to the kitchen, shielding his face. “I just had to wind down after my run. I was on the porch