Little Angel

Chapter:23

Gabriel Armstrong.
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The sunlight disturbed my sleep, making me wake up from my sleep, and when I opened my eyes, I met the most beautiful sight that I could ever wake up to.

My Bellissima beautiful face.

I had the best sleep of my life. My whole body feels relaxed as I feel her warm and sofe body against mine, and I pull her closer, nuzzle my head into her neck, and inhale my favorite fragrance that only she possesses.

Rose and vanilla, but mostly roses.

I pull away and look at her. She looked peaceful, sleeping in my arms, like she was in the safest place in the world, and she was not wrong; I will never let anything happen to her.

The sunlight coming from the glass wall fills the room with bright light. I much have forget to close the curtains last night, but who can blame me? I was busy with my precious love.

I smile as I remember how her lips feel on mine and how her silky skin feels soft under my hands. How she moans my name when I am kissing her neck, how her back arches to come closer to me, and how she runs her fingers in my hair and pulls my hair lightly.

Just kissing her gave me the greatest feeling I had ever felt. I can't wait to know how much greater the sex with her will be.

I don't know if it was because I love her or because I have been without sex for too long, but then I never felt like this with anyone before. Only kissing her gives me more pleasure than I ever had, even after going all the way with other women.

I know there is no one for me but her, and it is going to be so hard not to make love to her every night.

But I will never force her to do something she doesn't want, so I am going to let her set the pace of how fast or how slow she wants to go; it's hers to decide, and I will follow whatever she decides to do next.

I move a loose strand of hair from her face and kiss her cheek softly. She stirs in her sleep, and I can't help but smile at the little pout on her face as I pull away.

The sunlight on her face was making her glow like a goddess, and her eyes were moving under her eyes. She must be dreaming. Her beautiful face looked peaceful, like a baby. She was lying in my arms, her head resting on my chest, her soft hair tickling my skin. I couldn't believe that this beautiful woman was mine-all mine.

She is worthy of waiting every second.

I traced my fingers along her delicate features. As we lay there, tangled in each other's arms, I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. The sunlight falling on her face made her look like a goddess, with her skin glowing and her features accentuated. Her long lashes cast a shadow on her cheeks, and her pink lips were slightly parted as her chest rose and fell rhythmically.

I couldn't resist the urge to lean in and press my lips against her forehead. She stirred in her sleep again, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. I couldn't help but smile back while looking at her beautiful face, knowing that even in her sleep, she can feel my touch.

I gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face that fell on her face again, wanting to see every inch of her face.

She is a living goddess. My subconscious said and couldn't agree more.

I am one lucky basterd to finally have her.

The first time I saw her, I knew that I had found my one, but when I saw her and how much she grew to love Daisy, and when she told me she was ignoring me because she didn't want to lose Daisy because she had feelings for me in that moment, I realized that I had found my soulmate. The one person who completes me in every way possible.