Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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He doesn't hide his tears. He doesn't even try. And that makes his words even more sincere. Angel isn't afraid to show me his pain when it took me so long to confide in him. I should have done it sooner! I should have put my fears aside and opened my heart to him. But I couldn't help myself. It took me so long to put it back together that I don't like to give it away easily.
But for him...maybe I could make an exception. In the meantime, I hurry off in search of a kit.
"What are you looking for?"
"Bandages", I slip out as I rummage through my cupboards. "Can you move over?"
"Uh-huh. Sure."
But you always have to be careful with him. He pushes me against the sink and stands in front of me. I put my hands down and grab hold, so as not to fall. His hands quickly join mine. They're just close enough, without touching. And he plunges his electric gaze back into my frail pupils. I hold my breath.
There's a clear tension in his expressionless face, his jaw clenched and his gaze trained on me. And when he leans towards me, my gaze rests on those beautiful pink lips.
"You...you need bandages..."
"Maybe I do. But that's not going to comfort me."
He moves a little further and I feel his erection caressing my thigh. He knows I want it. My eyes scream it enough. And yet, he still has to torture me.
"What do you want, princess?"
He whispers it into the hollow of my neck and ruffles my hair.
"Say it..."
What's the use of fighting?
"Fuck me."
He takes my face in his hands and brings his lips to mine. I'd love to kiss them...
"What about politeness?"
"Fuck me Sir...please," I add without realizing it.
He smiles.
"Damn, you're sexy when you're begging."
He spreads my legs violently and slides in between them. I arch my back as he melts onto my skin and nibbles. Yet it's so exquisite. Enough to make my breasts harden. He must feel my nipples caressing his muscular torso. His chest I want to touch. But he stops me. He grabs my wrists with one hand and holds them behind my back.
And he continues to tear at my skin. So much so that a scream escapes me. But he couldn't care less about my screams. What's more, they soon give way to a soft moan. I'm getting used to this pain and, once you let it take over, it gives way to intense pleasure.
The kind that makes my skin tingle and my thin panties wet. I already didn't have much under this towel. But it's not likely to stay there for very long. I want him to take me. Here or anywhere. I've wanted to since the day he left. I want it all the time. I'm obsessed with this body.
