Little Angel

Chapter:34

Gabriel Armstrong.
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The morning light, filtering through the gauzy curtains, painted the room in a soft, warm glow. I had woken up a little while ago, watching my beautiful woman as she was sleeping. The sunlight caressed Vivian's face, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheekbone and the way her eyelashes, like dark, fine feathers, rested against her skin. I watched her sleep. She is beautiful and looks so peaceful.
My chest was swelling with a love I couldn't contain.

She was nestled in my arms, wearing nothing but my shirt, the top few buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, sun-kissed skin and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. I traced the line of her jaw with my thumb as I watched her unearthly beauty.

How had I been so lucky to find a woman like her? I still couldn't believe we shared our first night full of passion and love.

A lazy smile stretched across my face, the memory of last night's passion still burning brightly within me. My heart was swelling with a love so fierce that it bordered on pain.

The memory of her laughter, her giggles, her touch, her moan, the way her breath hitched in her throat as I whispered her name, and the way she screamed my name as soon as the pleasure took over her body, flooded back inside my brain. It was a night of stolen moments, a whirlwind of passion, tenderness, and raw and wild love, as I felt the world disappear, leaving only the two of us, lost in a vortex of desire.

She was a creature of pure beauty, even in sleep.

I had a hard time believing it was real. A part of me expected her to disappear, as if I had fallen into a dream and would soon wake up, only to find myself alone.

But here she was, the love of my life, curled up next to me, her breathing steady and even on my skin.

The way her body fit perfectly with mine, the sweet smell of her mix with mine, and the warmth of her body pressing against me made me feel complete.

I carefully extracted myself from Vivian's embrace. The weight of her warmth had dissipated, leaving behind an ethereal longing that coursed through my veins. I couldn't resist the urge to gaze upon her beauty once more.

Her long, brown hair cascaded over the pillow like a silken waterfall, framing a face that seemed both serene and alluring. The slightest of smiles played upon her lips, as if she were dreaming of something wonderfully sweet. As I watched her, I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over me as I gazed upon her sleeping face, her soft breaths misting the air.

She stretched her hand and tried to find me in her sleep. I lean back from her wondering hands and give her my pillow, and she curls around it and sighs. The fabric of my shirt clings to her curves. The sight of her was enough to make my blood race. Even after the night we shared, I am still hungry for her, and I know that even after hundreds of nights like last night, I will still be hungry for her more and more. I knew my life was forever changed. No longer was I just Gabriel, the man feared and respected throughout the city. I was Gabriel, the man who love Vivian and can do anything for her.

I carefully slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her slumber. The air was cool against my skin, and the silence of the morning was a welcome reprieve from the constant hum of the city, which is why I made the mansion far away from the city. I pulled on a pair of slacks, the crisp cotton feeling strangely alien against the lingering heat of our intimacy.

The sun crept higher and higher as time passed, painting the room in a soft, golden glow. I felt a pang of longing as I watched her sleep. I wanted to hold her forever, to keep this moment suspended in time, but I knew it was a fleeting dream, and I can't stop it in this moment, but I definitely can make it more memorable by bringing the breakfast for us over the bed.