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Tarnished Choices
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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.
