“It’s true that angels are less prone to temptation,” he said. “But when we give in, the betrayal is at a higher magnitude. It’s nearly unforgivable because it’s not in our nature, so it isn’t weakness we demonstrate. It’s willfulness, which is much worse. But as with humans, the love of the Lord can save us---if we let it.”
His fingertips roved Maggie’s face, tracing her cheekbones, over the bridge of her nose, across her lips. She closed her eyes as he glided over her eyelids while the sound of his smooth voice rolled over her.
“When we overcome the lure to sin,” he continued, “we’re strengthened tenfold by the Holy Spirit and made able to face our temptations more easily.”
Maggie thought of how different the calming sensations he now sent into her were from those she’d felt the last time he’d touched her. There had been an urgency then, something on the verge of losing control. He'd clearly mastered whatever had afflicted him then.
“We can come closer to that which tempts us than we previously would have dared,” he murmured.
Something tickled Maggie's lips, but it wasn’t his hands. His warm breath drifted in through the slight part in her lips as his mouth passed gently over hers, scarcely brushing against it.
He dropped one hand to caress the side of her throat as he rested his forehead on hers and concluded, “And resist without effort.”
His tone carried not a hint of smugness, and Maggie wondered how he didn’t feel the throbbing vein in her neck as it pulsed in time with her thundering heart.