Angel is a sixteen-year-old girl trying to escape her chaotic life in the foster care system. When she steps into a local bar one fateful night, she's looking for adventure but finds herself drawn into a dangerous world filled with bikers and dark s...
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As Alexander's lips moved down my neck, I could feel a rush of electricity coursing through my veins. Each gentle kiss ignited a fire within me, a hunger that seemed to grow with every passing second. His hands explored my waist, fingers tracing delicate patterns on my skin, igniting goosebumps wherever he touched me.
"Angel," he breathed, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. "You're incredible."
I felt a rush of warmth at his words, my heart racing as I pulled him closer, wanting to feel every part of him against me. "I want you," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, the truth spilling from my lips without hesitation.
His eyes darkened with desire, and I could see the intensity building within him. "Then let's not waste any more time." With that, he leaned down, capturing my mouth with his in a searing kiss that made the world outside our little bubble disappear.
His kiss was demanding, passionate, each movement filled with urgency and need. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, enveloping me as I melted into him. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss, matching his fervor.
With a swift motion, Alexander shifted us, rolling us over so that I was beneath him. The weight of his body pressed against mine, a delicious mix of heat and strength. I could feel the hard planes of his chest against my softness, and it sent another wave of desire crashing through me.
He paused, looking down at me, his expression a mix of hunger and admiration. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
"More than okay," I replied, my heart racing with excitement. "I want this."
"Good," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. His hands roamed down my sides, exploring my body with an intensity that made my breath hitch.
As he leaned down to kiss me again, I could feel the rough texture of his leather jacket against my bare skin, heightening the sensations coursing through me. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, feeling his desire mirrored in his movements.
He trailed kisses down my neck, his mouth warm and inviting as he moved lower, exploring every inch of me. My skin tingled beneath his touch, and I let out a soft gasp as he captured my nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around it with a tantalizing rhythm.
"Alexander," I breathed, the sensation overwhelming.
He looked up at me, a wicked grin on his face, eyes dark with desire. "Just wait," he murmured, his voice rough. "I want to take my time with you."
A thrill ran through me at his words. I wanted him to take his time, to explore and savor every moment. He moved lower, trailing kisses down my body, worshiping me with each soft touch.
I could feel the heat pooling low in my stomach, desire pooling between my thighs as he kissed down my abdomen. My breath quickened as he reached the hem of my skirt, his fingers brushing against my skin, teasingly inching it up.
