“Sweet Angel.” is all I can bring myself to say. She looks at me, her eyes moving up and down my big frame. Even though I am currently on my knees before her, I am still looking down at her. I stay in this position, in the place of prayer, suddenly compelled to pray and barter for a taste of this morsel in front of me.
“Hi.” she says simply her tiny tongue peeking out and licking her lips. I groan and close my eyes for a second too long because when I open them she is in front of me. Close enough to reach.
“You should be running, little girl.” I let the warning and the way I hate saying it, fall from my mouth. She stares for a moment before continuing her movement.
“I’m not scared of you.” she voices so bravely, before standing right in front of me. I inhale, my eyes never leaving hers and that is a mistake. Her scent, so innocent and pure, makes me feel drugged. Laden with a heavy lightness, I am dying to soak in. Lucifer, she can only be about eighteen.
“You should be scared of me, sweetness.” It is the truth. I would crush a tiny thing like this. Her hesitance, even though I am warning her, I feel it pierce my chest and it blindsides me. She sees it. She knows something has me off balance. Moving faster than I can keep up with right now, she reaches out and her little hand touches my shoulder. “Oh shit.” I bark as the chains only I know exist unlink. I have no idea what it means, but I feel… that’s just it, I feel. Her touch is like ice. A cool, soothing stroke of calm. The contrast to my own hotness, has my cock leaking on my pants. MINE! This keeps chanting over and over in my head.
“Does it hurt?” Her sweet, melodic voice cuts through my fog.
“Does what hurt, sweetness?”
“Everything.” She bites her bottom lip and I ache to make her stop it so I can replace her teeth with my own and suck her flesh into my own mouth. MINE! That damn lip belongs to me now. I nod my head, knowing what she is asking me, curious what she is thinking.
“Everything hurts me too.” she admits, her cherub face, blushes pink and my hands begin to shake. Did my Angel just admit she can feel this too? Did she just tell me she is horny and needs me? I look into her blue eyes and as unbelievable as it is, I believe her. I know her eyes should be brighter, clearer, more vibrant, but it looks like she is losing light.
“Are you telling me this little, Angel pussy wants to be fucked dirty by the devil?” I should be banished just for talking to her like this. Someone like her, so innocent and pure should be whispered too. Told how beautiful and precious she is. Not mauled by a rabid beast.
“Not the Devil,” she says, a whine slipping from her pink, pouty mouth. I am literally vibrating, body trembling with the need to run my knuckles through her puffy folds and test how wet she is for me. Fucking Hell. I have never had thoughts like these. Not in two-hundred years and not some time before I died. What is she doing to me? “I don’t want the Devil. Just you.” Shit. She just lost her only way out with that statement.
“Then show me. Show me what will be mine for the rest of Eternity.”
Four
LUMINESCE
Show him. His command runs through me and makes me shake. What is wrong with me? I should run, screaming from this room, away from him. Instead, I want to do whatever he tells me to. That button between my legs is practically bursting, throbbing, pulsing, aching for him. It must be the soulmate thing. Right? Our bodies recognize one another. “H-how?” I ask him, my face getting hotter. I can’t bring myself to not touch him. His heat is a vast contrast from my always cool body, even though right now, I feel anything but cold.
“Take off that pretty little slip and show me what is underneath it. Show me the pussy that is calling for me and those untouched tits that are going to be bathed in my saliva, little Angel.” Oh God in Heaven. They tell us he can see everything. Is he looking right now? Because if he is, he is going to be highly disappointed in me. I can’t deny this matter of words. My soulmate. My heart and my body won’t let me, though to be honest, my heart is not talking much right now.
“I-” I am crumbling under his possessive gaze. My hands are shaking while I make a final decision. His finger, scorching and rough, slides down the middle of my chest. I inhale, breathing in that scent of cinnamon and of fire. His eyes haven’t left mine. Bating me, giving me the chance to stop him, but I can’t. I need this more than I want to admit.