The Prince of Hell

The Prince of Hell

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Draven studied her features almost scared to continue his studying of her further. He met her bright green eyes, her eyes were the color of the sea with a golden ring around them, and her lashes were thick and full framing them, her bright green eyes were at his feet and finally they trailed up to meet his and a smirk twisted in her pink lips. Draven's stomach twisted. Angelic was one word to describe her, you could tell she stood out against the humans, her angel blood was definitely profound in her appearance. She was no doubt an angel, she would fit in with the beauty of heaven. But the way she was looking him up and down, Draven could see the devil in her eyes drawing him in. There was nothing pure or heavenly about the way she had caught his eyes, or the way her plump lips twisted into a smirk.
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"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.

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