"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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It was evening, and I'd spent the entire day sulking in my room, trapped in my own thoughts, dissecting every piece of my life.
I glanced at the time and decided I couldn't stay locked in here any longer, it was time to escape my self-imposed exile.
Dragging myself to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, hoping to wash away the heaviness.
I combed through my curls and threw them into a bun, though a small voice in my head whispered, Maybe I should braid it.
Shaking off the indecision, I slipped into a simple dress, slid on a pair of sandals, and applied a light layer of gloss. Nothing fancy. Just enough to make me feel like myself again.
When I made it downstairs, I found him in the living room, shirtless, his focus glued to his phone.
His curly hair, the kind I loved to tangle my fingers in, was a beautiful mess, with stray curls falling across his face.
I ached to brush them away.
God, I miss him.
As if he felt my stare, he looked up. Our eyes met, but the warmth of our usual connection was gone—he broke away quickly.
A sting pricked the corners of my eyes, but I swallowed the tears. I had no right to feel this way, not when I was the one who asked for space.
Forcing my gaze away, I walked out.
💮Raul💮
"There are two things, Catalina: either you're scared of your beauty and can't help but see me as a threat, or you're not good in bed. But don't worry—I'll satisfy him the way you never could."
Her sharp wit this morning had me grinning with pride as I replayed the moment.
Seeing her in that white dress, clinging to her curves like a second skin, obliterated my restraint.
I wanted to forget this "space" she insisted on and pull her close, to feel her against me again.
Her chocolate scent lingered in the air, a ghost of her presence.
Since Angel crashed into my dark, empty life, she's been a radiant force—her smile, her laughter, her soft moans, her voice, her fragrance.
Every part of her makes me feel alive, electric.
I love how she melts under my touch, how her mesmerizing gray eyes lock onto mine, her innocent yet daring spirit, her flawless brown skin.
Fuck. I groaned, raking my fingers through my hair.
Last night, sleep evaded me without her in my arms, her intoxicating chocolate scent absent from her neck, her body not curled into my chest.
I'd fought the urge to slip into her room and hold her close.
