this is a book i made to just practice in and get better with descriptions and shit for lemons/smut but pls know this book's main target audience is black women but other ppl that are non-black can still read
minors pls run along tho
this book gon b...
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SINCE THE VERY FIRST TIME HE LAID HIS EYES ON YOU, he knew that an addiction was developing. This addiction that was so unnecessarily unwavering was watching you walk across the club room in that small, skimpy white dress that oh-so accentuated your heavenly figure as you served drinks to numerous men that had their eyes igniting with lust and need for such a stunning woman like you.
When you flung your head to his direction from your name being shouted and your pure, dazzling eyes met his, the man that had put millions of barriers on his heart and mind to keep potential partners at bay came crashing down. With the inclusion of that alluring smile gracing your beautiful face, yessir, he was trapped.
In that moment, he promised himself that an angel that brightened this dark, disastrous, and crime-filled city with her warming personality and kind nature had to be protected. Under no circumstances were you to be approached by someone that chose to do harm to you.
It was over his dead body that his angel was to be hurt.
Wherever your footsteps moved, he followed soundly from a distance to ensure that his angel was safe. On nights you would be frightened of someone breaking in, he would watch the streets to dispose of anyone that decided to get ballsy. On days you would be scrambling up out of your bed from being a tad late to work, he would chuckle at your adorable antics and head back home to get ready for his missions with his partner.
Once that moon hovered above the horizon and his feet led him to his usual seat that was in the far-back corner to watch your sexiness walk around the room with a beautiful smile on your face, his addiction for you grew unbearable.
On sorrow-filled, nightmarish nights, the man dreamt of you beside him with your legs tangled with his underneath the covers, the scent of you whisking through the air, the feeling of your body laying on top of him, your head tucked into his neck, your hand unconsciously squeezing onto his defined chest, and the silent snores escaping from you.
