His black wings spread onto the floor, with black feathers eloquently sweeping across the carpet. His dark eyes followed the feathers as they drifted out of the window in the breeze.
I took a step back as his hand gripped his shirt. Before I knew it, the clean, smart, white, buttoned shirt he was wearing was ripped off, revealing his muscular body.
In the blink of an eye, his glowing, midnight eyes were staring into mine. I slammed myself into the wall, but he simply stepped closer to me. Our lips were almost touching.
His lips brushed against mine. My heart accelerated as his hand trailed across my skin, his fingers lifting my hair out of my face.
He whispered softly in my ear. "Dusk, you are the moon to my sky."
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Black Feathers
عاطفيةHis lips brushed against mine. My heart accelerated as his hand trailed across my skin, his fingers lifting my hair out of my face. He whispered softly in my ear. "Dusk, you are the moon to my sky." - COMING SOON. It's quite cliché. ...not QUITE. It...
