The Fallen Angel

36.That Kiss

Ero Pov

"Hey, buddy, back off," a concerned guy butted in, trying to pull her away from me. But I stood my ground. "We're outta here," I declared firmly, refusing to budge while she leaned heavily against my chest. "I'm over it," she muttered, her words a drunken jumble. Just as I was about to make my move, he grabbed my shoulder, his grip like a vise. "We're just getting started, don't be a buzzkill," he snapped with a hint of aggression. I wanted to push back, to assert myself, but her weight against me made it hard to move. Ah, the tangled web of party drama.

"back off," I snapped, my frustration bubbling up as I confronted the bloke trying to pry Isabelle away. Catching the fiery glare in my eyes, he wisely backed off, sensing he'd met his match. Meanwhile, in the distance, Hazel's voice cut through the chaos like a sharp knife, her taunts stinging like nettles. "You're such a wet blanket!" she jeered, her words landing like a kick in the teeth. As the ruckus settled, I found myself guiding Isabelle away, wrapping my arms around her protectively. With a heavy sigh, I steered her towards the exit, grabbing her bag as we made our escape from the tumultuous scene.

Gently easing her into the passenger seat, she continued to babble nonsensically, her words a jumble of incoherent thoughts. "Here we go, that sucks—" she muttered, her sentences trailing off into oblivion. Leaning in to fasten her seat belt, I couldn't help but find myself transfixed by her beauty. Even in her disheveled state, there was an ethereal quality to her, a radiance that seemed to glow from within. Her eyes were closed, the long lashes casting delicate shadows against her cheeks, while a serene expression graced her features. It was as if she was lost in a dream, completely unaware of the world around her. Ah, in that moment, she was nothing short of breathtaking—a vision of serenity amidst the chaos of the night.

She was dressed casually in a faded denim jacket, draped effortlessly over a simple white tee. Her jeans, well-worn and slightly frayed at the edges, hugged her curves in all the right places. Completing the ensemble were a pair of scuffed sneakers, evidence of countless adventures and late-night escapades. With her hair tousled and a carefree grin on her lips, she exuded an air of laid-back charm that was as captivating as it was effortless.

I navigated the car through the streets, her slumbering form beside me, I couldn't help but marvel at her unique brand of clumsiness. Even in her sleep, she managed to flail about like a drunken octopus, her limbs splayed out in all directions as if she were auditioning for a role in a slapstick comedy. With each snore and mumble, I half expected her to start sleepwalking across the dashboard, or perhaps attempt an impromptu dance routine in her dreams.

I stole glances at her while driving, a grin involuntarily spread across my face. "Crazy," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head in amusement at the sight of her sleep-talking antics. Steering the car down the street, I couldn't ignore the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafting from her breath, a lingering reminder of the night's festivities.

Pulling up in front of her fancy house, I couldn't help but feel a mix of exhaustion and amusement. "Well, here we go," I muttered to myself, taking in the sight of the lavish mansion bathed in soft, welcoming light. Giving her a gentle nudge to wake her up, she responded with fake tears and a plea for "just five more minutes." Rolling my eyes at her theatrics, I knew I couldn't afford to waste any more time. Slowly dragging her out of the car, her limbs hung limp and uncooperative, like dead weight dragging along the ground.

"Why are you so dang heavy?" I teased, struggling to keep her upright as we stumbled towards the door. Desperate for the key, I shook her gently, repeating my question with growing urgency. "Come on, where's the dang key?" I urged, only to be met with more tears and a rambling about a vase. With a frustrated sigh, I propped her up against the wall and rummaged through her purse, finally finding the darn key.

I plopped her onto the couch, I couldn't help but notice how inviting her house looked. The soft glow of warm lights bathed the cozy living room in a comforting ambiance, casting a gentle glow over plush furnishings and inviting décor. The air was filled with the faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon, evoking a sense of homeliness and comfort. Plush blankets and fluffy pillows beckoned from every corner, promising a snug retreat from the outside world.

I felt a sudden movement beneath me. Peering down, I was surprised to find a cat nestled comfortably against my leg. "A cat?" I exclaimed, taken aback by the unexpected feline presence. I hadn't realized she was so obsessed with cats. "Get away, you little creature," I joked, gently shooing the cat away with a playful swipe of my hand.

Isabelle's eyes fluttered open halfway, and she glanced at me without uttering a word. Rising from the couch, she flashed her trademark gummy smile and leaned in closer to me. I stood there, frozen in place, as I watched her with amusement. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she teased, her words dripping with playful sarcasm. "Why are you so darn handsome?" she continued, her voice laced with mock admiration. "You look like you walked straight out of a mafia movie, and those blue eyes of yours? They're practically lethal!" she exclaimed, feigning dramatic swooning.

She brushed her face against mine, her breath teasing my lips, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement running through me. "And these lips," she whispered, her eyes locked on mine, "they drive me wild." My heart was pounding like crazy as her hand pressed against my burning cheek, and before I knew it, she was pulling me into a kiss. Her soft, pink lips on mine felt like I was being transported to another dimension—a place where time didn't matter and everything else faded away. This kiss was nothing like the last one, which had been all about payback. It was tender, intense, and filled with emotions that left me speechless. And just like that, it was over in a flash. "Done," she declared with a sly grin, pulling back and leaving me in a daze, completely blown away by the rollercoaster of feelings.

I couldn't resist pulling her face towards mine, tangling my fingers in her hair. "You drive me insane," I muttered, pressing my lips eagerly against hers. The kiss started slow, but as it deepened, I could taste the hint of strawberries on her soft lips. My hands trailed down to her neck as I kissed her passionately, moving to the side of her lips and then down to her neck. The sensation made her let out a soft groan, encouraging me to continue. I pushed her against the wall, my lips exploring every inch of her face. "You got me into this mess," I whispered between kisses, unable to resist the urge to nibble on her lower lip, eliciting another throaty moan from her. The intensity of the moment left us both breathless, lost in the heat of the passionate exchange.

As my tongue traced the contours of her lips, she struggled to push me away, but I pinned her against the wall, my body pressing against hers, trapping her beneath me. The kiss grew more intense, consuming us both as if we were lost in a trance. In the heat of the moment, I forgot she was just a mortal, my face contorting into a demonic visage, my wings straining to break free from their confines. Ignoring her pleas for breath, I continued to kiss her feverishly, my lips sucking hungrily at hers until she gasped for air. "I can't breathe," she managed to utter, her eyes squeezed shut in desperation. With a predatory glint in my eyes, I turned my attention to her collarbone, my teeth sinking into her soft flesh as I claimed her as my own.

I was lost in the heat of the moment, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was shocked to see my reflection twisted into a demonic form. Fear gripped me as I realized the danger I posed to her in that state, so I abruptly stopped, my breath coming in ragged gasps. She collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, and guilt washed over me like a tidal wave. My human form began to reemerge as the demonic facade faded away, but the damage was already done. She lay there, coughing and struggling to catch her breath, a stark reminder of the consequences of my reckless actions.

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