Ethel

This is my first book. Ever. So please be kind.
Currently being edited and heavily reconstructed, but also, finally, being continued.
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I can feel the bond growing stronger with every touch, look, breath. He leans his forehead against mine and lets out a soft sigh that fans across my cheeks causing a tingling feeling to spread through my body in every spot that our bodies are connected. The feeling his touch gives me, or the feeling I get when he smiles at me, is like a drug, pulling me into wanting more and more, pulling me into addiction.

I slowly open my eyes and make immediate eye contact with him, the passion that sits in his eyes almost overwhelms me. It's like he's staring into my soul and seeing my every flaw, but his eyes examine my own as though he is looking at a piece of art. My eyes flicker down from his eyes to his parted lips that are still swollen from our kisses. When I look back up his eyes are looking down and my lips but they quickly flicker back up to mine. The look in his eyes scares me and excites me all at once.

A deep, soft groan escapes him and my legs nearly give out from the mere sound of it. It makes me want to rip his clothes off. He pulls back a bit only to put his face into my hair and whispering, "I didn't know an angel could be so perfect." He laid a soft kiss on my neck before pulling back and sliding his hand from my shoulder where it rested before, and down my arm to my hand.
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First of the Supernatural Society Series