An Angels Sin

Don't Be Stupid

           Catalina's POV
      I don't remember falling asleep in Draven's bed. Looking around, I notice his arm is wrapped around me protectively, his fists clenched. My body is still shaking from the nightmare; what Ray did just doesn't seem to want to let sleep.
      I begin to relax as I feel Draven's breath on the back of my neck. This relationship with him is scary, but also exciting. He scares me cause I know how he be, but that so pulls me in.
    "All angels sin, baby girl," he had said. Well this is definitely what he was talking about for me. I shouldn't be in his bed with his arms around me; I should be home doing what I usually did. He should be with someone like Tori who isn't scared of what people will think, who's not scared to have sex with him, who has a nice body. Yesterday when I had taken my tank top off, I don't know what I was thinking.
     His arms bring me closer against him. I turn in his arms and smile at him, but it's very forced. He leans in and kisses me before I have time to object. His rough hand goes under tank top and skims my stomach with a feather like touch.
    I pull back and bite my lip. "Are you okay?" He asks. I nod too soon. He seems hesitant, but takes it for the truth. "You can use the bathroom before me."
    "Thank you," I say. He tells me that theirs a spare toothbrush under the sink for me to use before I go in. For a moment I wonder how many girls have been in my position and just got played.      I go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and fix my hair before coming back out. He goes in after me. I can't help myself from admiring him and all his tattooed, muscular glory. Something about him makes my mouth go dry and other places wet.
      I grab my coverup from the floor and put it back on. He comes back out, but I don't look back at him. I'm still shaken by the dream and I'm scared that if he touches me, I'll jump from his touch.
     "Its snowing," he says as he opens the window. I've always loved the snow and rain. My favorite is thunder storms. "What are you going to tell your parents shen they ask where you were?" Why did he have to bring that up?
     "That I was with Nicky. They don't like her parents for some reason so they won't ask them for confirmation," I answer. He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, and kisses the top of my head. My eyes close as I relax against him. "And I have to help James in English."
    He takes his arms away and looks down. "Why exactly?"
     "He sucks at English and math," I answer, pulling the sleeve of my cover up down. His jaw clenches. "You don't have to worry about him. I have no intentions in -"
    "Its not you worries about, it's him. It was very obvious he liked you a lot and hated me. Plus, he doesn't know that your in a relationship," he says. I place my hands on his waist, looking up into his eyes.
    "He's not a bad person and knows when to give up," I tell him. He leans down and kisses me deeply, making me gasp and stumble back a little. I wrap my arms around his neck and walk back towards the bed on purpose.
     We drop down onto the mattress. He looks at me with a studying look before kisses me quickly.  "This doesn't scare you?" He asks me. I shake my head. "I don't want to scare you away. This isn't what I'm used to so..." He trails off with what he's saying.
    I kiss the corner of his lips, making him smile. I deep the kiss, my hands gripping his bare back. Oh this is so wrong. I tell conscious to shut up and flip us over so I'm above him.
    "I'm not used to this position," he says, his hands going up my shirt. The pad of his fingers are rough, but I like the feeling in my skin.
    "Well get used to it," I say. He cocks a brow while I lean down and peck him on the lips. Moving to his neck, his grip on me tightens. I sit up and takes my cover up and tank top off, wanting to get a reaction out of him.
    I grin against him as I suck and kiss his neck. He let's out a sexy growl as his hands go to my hair. He tugs in it gently as I move farther down his body. He's built as if he were meant to be some Greek god.
    He pulls me back up and turns us over. His hands pin mine down; instead of being powerless and scared, I'm just turned on by the look he's giving me. "Don't touch me," he, his voice deeper than usual. I keep my hands at my sides when he let's go.
    He presses his lips to the area above my bra line. I bite my lip to stop from moaning. His hands run down my sides gently as he loves farther down, kissing my right sides. The small dip of my way waist turns out to be very sensitive.
   He gets to the top of my jeans and kisses up my stomach. I gasp when his hand goes to my most intimate area, touching me through my jeans. My hands move to go to his shoulders, but he takes his hand away and pins them back down, leaving me longing for him to touch me again.
    "What did I say?" He asks, his voice rough. I search his green/yellow eyes with my own.
    "Not to touch you. I'm sorry," I say. He tilts his head to the side and licks his lips as he brings his hand back to where it was before. My hips buck in pleasure.
    (Mature but short)
       "Is this okay, darling?" He asks. I swallow down the lump that appears in my throat and nod. His lips brush against my ear. "I'm cum so hard, baby girl." His hand sinks onto my jeans and underwear, actually touching me.
    I grip the sheets and squeeze my eyes shut. "Look at me," he tells me. I do as told, my chest rising and falling rapidly as a odd feeling in my stomach grows. His teeth graze my ear.
     "D-draven," I moan. His tongue brushes against the crook of my bed, making me lose it. My back arches off the bed and I moan loudly as I cum. He doesn't stop his actions until he knows I'm done. He takes his hand away and smirks down at me.
     "Did you like that?" He asks me. I nod. "Words, beautiful."
    "Yes," I reply. He kisses me softly.
    "You sound so sexy when you moan, I almost came when you did. I'm so hard because of you." Not knowing what to do or how to react to that, I reach a hand down and touch the large tent of his sweats. He sucks in a sharp breath and takes my and away. "No, baby. Not now. You have to go help that douchebag."
    I run my fingers through his hair, not caring if I'm allowing to touch him yet or not. "Was it your intention to make me late?" I ask. He grins.
    "That, and I needed to make it clear that you are mine and no one else's."

  an: Well I found out what type of person he is in that type of situation! This was his kinky side. Comment a side of HER you want to see! Share! Stay alive |-/      -Veah