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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Some things I'm not used to, but damn they're good. Like this jet of water lashing my intimacy. And, as if it wasn't hard enough already, he increases the intensity. I feel myself leaving, or rather...coming.
"Angel..."
I whisper his name as if my life depended on it.
"I'm here, princess."
He kisses me passionately. As only he knows how. As only he has the right to do. Only him! Because no one can make me feel so...alive, between his fingers. But I can't breathe and have to leave his lips. I lean against the glass, but I can't deny it: I'm not going to last long. The perfect moment for him to slide down my neck and whisper against my skin.
"Don't come!"
"I won't last, Angel."
He smiled against my skin.
"It was an order."
"And me, a confession!"
I can feel this fire rising inside me and threatening to explode at any moment. How can I hold out? He knows it. He just wants an excuse to punish me, at this point!
"You will obey, princess."
He presses himself against me and slams me hard against the glass. Then he stops fucking me for a moment and tucks some wet hair back behind my ear.
"After all, this is what you wanted, isn't it?"
He gloats! But he's right. I don't like it when he's right!
"It's not a session", he points out." It's your reward. Don't you want more?"
"Yes, I do."
"What? I can't hear you very well."
He's pushing me.
"Yes", I repeat myself.
But he's still not satisfied.
"Louder, princess! No one can hear you."
"I can't speak any louder. I'm trying to catch my breath. Not everyone has your...stamina!"
He suddenly turns me around and lets go of the pommel. My back is pressed against the glass and I face him as best I can. But it's hard to keep my gaze on his blue pupils when my lungs are gasping for air. My chest keeps rising and falling rapidly.
"Damn!" he says, clearly excited. "You look so beautiful, princess."
His lips fall on me again, taking in the little air I'd managed to hold in. Then he lifts me up and I jump slightly.
"Angel!"
But there's no stopping him. He wraps my legs around his waist and carries me out of the shower. To tell the truth, I'm a little distracted by his lips and the intense kiss we're sharing. So much so that I don't notice where he's going.
