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I wanted to kiss him. I desired
to know if his lips felt like his hands, baby soft.
I needed him to hold me and take away the ache in
my heart starting to form because he would now wrap
his arms around me. My need for him grew and I wondered
if it was because I had been influenced by the demon
and maybe it was now my lot in life to attract angels
and then corrupt them. Somehow I thought it was funny.
I was now some kind of Venus fly trap in search of
angels to prey upon. And yet, as I gazed into the
angel’s dark eyes, I needed to be sure I would
not fall under his spell because my heart was already
lost. I never believed in love at first sight until
I met Daniel. It was easy to blame it on him being
a demon and he had put a spell on me, but it was not
the case as it was not the case in this situation
as well. Love was not an issue with this one. I had
already fallen for the angel. My soul recognized him
as my kin and yet he was so beautiful I never wanted
to look away and I yearned him to crush me to his
chest like a flower and make love to me. Was I being
selfish?
“So I guess this whole
mysterious thing, appear out of no where, don’t
tell me your name, or why you’re here is a trade
mark and goes with the whole angel gig? Is it against
the rules to kiss a girl too?”
He seemed taken a back at the
last comment since his power receded from mine. His
aura washed away like the tide and I was left empty
and unfulfilled. His hand dropped from my cheek and
he was about to back away when I made a split decision.
I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him into
me. My lips met his. They were as soft as his hands,
softer actually. Desire burned alive in me and with
a conscious effort I wrapped it around him like he
had intertwined his aura with mine. I followed the
same paths he had carved into my energy since I sensed
the spaces where he had originally been and filled
them with my own power and emotion. As I did, his
fingers left mine and both of his hands cupped my
ass. They squeezed it hard and before I knew it, I
was pressed up against something hard.
His nails broke the fabric of
my jeans and my flesh. His lips were hungry on mine.