Broken Wings Of Mine (BoyXBoy)

Broken Wings Of Mine (BoyXBoy)

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Two years. It has been two years since he has clipped my flight feathers on my wings. I have lost the only thing that I had left of my family. Before they died. I was the last angel in my family. Or we were nephilum. I was the first one with wings. He says to me that he loves me. The flying was what connected me with my family. Bit I'm different from the rest of the nephilum. When I die...no matter what good I do...I'm going to hell. You see I'm not the son of just any angel. I'm the son of Lucifer. The most beautiful. And when my time comes my mate will be there and we will rule hell along side each other. I am Ash (short for Ashton. Named after the embers of the fires of hell.) And I am the son of the devil. Am destined for hell. And I will do this with my mate and the broken wings that he gave me. The broken wings that drove me down to hell. I will do this with.... The Broken Wings of Mine.
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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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