The Angel Queen

The Angel Queen

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"I won't touch you without your permission Aestrella." She could see his deep blue eyes filled with more than just lust, his eyes were clouded with desire only for her. She was new to the emotions that had suddenly overcome her body. She could feel his abs tightly pressed underneath her fingers. Her fingertips barely grazing his unclothed bare chest. She looked away but not with hesitation in her eyes, she looked away because she knew that if she were to look into his eye, her body would betray her doing the things she could have only dreamed of with the man that stood before her. Both of his delicate hands came up to touch the sides of her face tightly not enough to hurt her, but enough to redirect her attention back to him. "Tell me what you want Aestrella, what your body desires" his voice began to train off. His hand began to trail down her body, stopping right before the most intimate part of her body. His hand burned whatever part of the skin it touched. "Give me permission Aestrella." she could hear the pleading in his voice as he stared at her with such intensity in his eyes, and it tore at her. That was all it took before she gave in to what she craved the most. "You have my permission Atlas-" Her sentence was cut short as Atlas slammed his lips into hers with so much passion.
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