This was the last time. I repeated that empty promise in the back of my head as I indulged myself in my sinful desires. Hearing him gasp under me, watching the light glint off his piercings. It all made me feel complete ecstasy.
Maybe I was dreaming, I pondered the possibility then let it go, my mind would never allow me such fantasies. Another gasp, a gentle moan. Turning my full attention back to the angel under me.
Admiring the glassy ocean eyes that were shunned from view by tightly shut eyelids, the plump and adorably red lips that just begged to be kissed. I was in to deep, I had fallen like bird without wings. My vision swirled, spots flickered behind my eyelids as I climaxed. I could hear him as well, hear his gentle pants as he regained some of his strength. My hand fell to his once pale cheek, now flushed to a red hue from our excursions. "Stay." I murmured, resting my head against his shoulder.
A rustling of the sheets then a gentle pressure against my chest. I clasped my hand over his, listening to his heart beat steadily in his chest, a stark contrast against the wild thudding of my own. Maybe it was foolish but I didn't care, as long as I could hold him in my arms while I slept. I only wished I could wake up with him there as well. But alas all good things must come to an end.
I shifted my weight and laid down next to him, pressing gentle kisses to his exposed skin. Then a flutter of my eyelids closing sent me into a deep sleep, clinging desperately and hoping with all I had, I would wake up with an angel in my arms.
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Drugged Angel
RomanceAdrian Delano is a famous couturier, people hardly see him, but his dress designs are phenomenal. His anxious tendencies make it hard for him to socialize and he often avoids meeting new people. One night he meets a mysterious boy that draws his att...
