Page 1 of Eyes Like Angel (Eyes Like Angel #1)

Eva

A moan escaped through my lips as the hard shaft pounded my swollen insides, clutching tighter, sloppier. Heavier.

The darkened room was getting hotter. Hot neon lights grew brighter.

It has been minutes, but it felt like forever. He was taking it slow, as much time as he could.

Breathy, labored moans blared through the air, and the squelching sound of my wet cunt sealed, large hands enclosed my thin waist, dragging my body, and bruised downward onto his lower hips, pressing and thrusting his throbbing shaft, constricted against my folds.

The room suppressed in quietude, and the air has gone warmer; sweat beaded on our skin.

Lips cracked into soundless pitch in our breath, ragged, staggered.

Bed creaked as his hips thrusted faster, huffed, our craved breaths trembled, and sweat collided between mine and his, air temperature boiling when the room used to be so chilling.

Everything was happening so fast. One minute we had a glass of mojito, the next I ended up being trapped at the bedroom mattress, hands tied and strapped onto the metal headboard; he could flip me over when he wanted to.

My mind missed an important piece before leading up to the heated occurrence.

Smacked me from behind, he pressed his moist lips against my bruised shoulder.

Grazed his lips on my earlobe, his hot tongue licked and nibbled the tip, his body tucked lowering the space on my aching back closer, collided skins got hotter, his massive hand kneaded my breast as his hips grinded slowly, teasingly.

I heard satisfaction in his croaked sigh, strands of his palest of blond hair splayed over my shoulders.

A warm breath tickled me, rasping, “Tell me, my sweet Eva, do you have any sins to confess? Better say a word now, or my punishment for you will be twice as climatic you’ll forget your own divine God that you worshipped with my big cock.”

As his smoldering hot tongue flicked once more, under my line blurry sight, above us, there were paintings of Catholic angels and a faded portrait of me he drew, tainted and dripped in his hot cum.

My life was once ordinary until this sick, unearthly bastard came, either as a punishment or as a salvation, a possible chance of either a blessing or curse—possibly both.