Once An Angel

::Uncharted Territory::

       {°Edited°}   
               ::Davina's POV::
Slightly mature::
   
      His lips skim over the sensitive skin of my neck, causing goosebumps to appear on my arms and me to clench my thighs together. Biting down on my lip to keep myself from moaning out loud, I run my fingers through his short hair. He presses me harder against the wall, making sure every inch of him is against me.
    Not able to control my need any longer, I remove my hands from his hair and bring them down to his jacket, drawing it off from his muscular body. The few undone buttons of his shirt give something to the imagination. His skin is warm and smooth under my touch.
    He brings his lips back to mine, muffling my moan. His kiss is like poison. This is wrong. He's a man, I'm still a little girl in the eyes of the world. He's twenty- three for gods sake, I'm only sixteen! But the pleasure of having him so close and his mouth on mine makes me completely ignore that. 
    "I want you," he says, breaking the kiss and looking at me with a lustful look in his beautiful grey eyes. I've never met a man that has so much affect over my body. I raise my hips to cause some sort of friction, needing relief that I've never needed before.
    "Please."
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     I wake up panting hard, my eyes darting around my room in confusion. Never in my entire life have I had a dream like that before. Especially about a man I just met two days ago. This was uncharted territory and I wasn't expecting to chart it today.
    I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing. How can a dream feel so real? And why did it have to be about him? At least my thoughts about our age difference was practical in it, but in reality I wouldn't ignore that.
    I force myself out of bed and get dressed, stopping in front of the mirror to see I still look like a  mess. I try and always look presentable cause my mom would always say that you never know what's going to happen while your awake; nothing has ever happened, but I feel the need to always look good. Or at least as good as I can.
    I grab my hair brush and run it through the bottoms my hair. Once that's done my hair somehow looks even worse. For some reason my hair always looks better before its brushed, but I only realize that once I've already brushed it. I have beachy waves that turn into ugly, frizzy, large waves when brushed.
    The door to my bedroom opens, making me jump back. Princess laughs at my jumpiness as she closes the door. "Someone's jumpy this morning," she says. I roll my eyes and grab my concealer. Its not a necessity for me (not to brag but I have clear skin that's only caused by my crazy routine), but I do it just to brighten up some areas. "Ew, what happened to your hair?" She asks, touching it. I swat her hand away.
   "Stop, I tried brushing it," I tell her, now getting my hair tie to throw it up in a top knot. There, at least I look better than I did ten minutes ago. "Let's go," I tell her.
    My brother plays his music louder than needed in the kitchen. We make our way into see him and Lively dancing like idiots. I raise a brow as I grab an apple and hand an orange to Princess. They stop their movements and look at us with wide smiles. Its too early for this type of behavior.
     "Sit down for a second," Xavier says, talking the kitchen table. I do as told, looking at the time to make sure we won't be late to school. "You too, Princess. You're apart of this family." She drops down next to me, looking as nervous as I do. Lively and him both sit down in front of us, side eyeing each other.
    "So your brother and I have been together for about four years now and you like me, at least I think you do," Lively says. "He's no Luke Hemmings, but I still love him. And I spend most of my time here and so far that hasn't been a problem with you right?"  
    "Not at all," I say, wishing she would just get to the point.
    "So we decided it would be best if I just moved in," she says, clapping her hands together excitedly, even though her face shows she's nervous for my reaction. I nod, looking at my brother to see if he's sure about this. Even though they've been together for so long, he's always doubted himself when it comes to her. I wouldn't want him taking such a big step if he's still going to question if he's good enough for her.
   "Is that okay?" He asks.
   "Of course it is. It's like you live here already, just don't expect me to start calling you mom and dad," I say, trying to have some sense of humor. Princess stays quiet in her seat.
    "Congratulations?" She says like a question. I don't blame her for not knowing what to say. We get up and grab out bags again.
   "I have work after school, so I might be home a little late," I tell my brother, giving him a short hug.
    "Okay, just be safe."
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                 Sin's POV::

     I straighten up as I see Zenith Santiago walk in the coffee shop. He spots me and walks over, taking the seat in front of me.
      "Its nice to finally meet the man that killed his own leader," I say, grinning. "Anyways, I had a shipment that was very important for my side of things, but my men fucked it up."
   "How does this involve me?" He asks harshly. I like that he isn't intimidated about me, or at least doesn't show it.
    "It doesn't really, but I could use your help. See, my men think its okay to lag like this when its completely unacceptable. I've heard from multiple resources that your men are some of the best and thankfully I'm currently located near you with some of my men. I would appreciate if I could use some of your men just to come in and train mine. Obviously you're doing something right that I'm doing wrong."
     "I can do that. I'll tell some of my best," he says, nodding. I grab my sunglasses and put them on. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you staying close by? Is something going to happen that I should be aware of?"
   I chuckle, shaking my head. "Not at all. Just something has come up that has...caught my eye." I could leave if I wanted to since I was only here to make sure the shipment was going to go well (which it didn't), but I'm staying. I want to see that girl again even though I shouldn't. Something about her is drawing me in.

AN: Here's an update. Please go check out my two other stories that are similar to this one, "Got a Hold On Me" and "Danger and Tattoos". Also, comment, vote, and share! Believe in yourself -Vaeh