Page 50 of Eyes Like Angel (Eyes Like Angel #1)

I shook my head, rather quickly. “No,” I articulated, “by the time he left, I don’t consider him as a person who I admire anymore.

We used to be friends, but, I don’t think I’m great to be around.

I figured that spending my life liking someone who doesn’t reciprocate was a waste.

I stopped being…kind to whoever gives me nothing but disinterest and soulless attempt to…

strike me down, over and over. People like him leave many times was like…

leaving someone in a rain, no umbrella to protect my head over and eventually get sick, until passing into the sunlight, patiently waiting for a rain dribbles to stop, and see a bright rainbow and white clouds overtaking the grey skies. ”

With a flat hand—his hand—placed on my delicate back, the staggering beat inside me settled down. As soon as I entered the spacious cathedral, and alone in the back halls, the voices inside my head dissipated.

No angry voices, no demanding voices.

Not Romano’s.

Not the Rivers family.

Not the Curtis family.

Not the Divine family.

Not the head of the church or its people in Fort Heaven.

I saw him, a lively soul.

Adrian Rivers.

A dark angel rose from the dark clouds and shone brighter as the wings and halo crowned on his palest blond head.

His pitch-black hues deepened and shine in harmony, basked me its glory of his night-black wings, dark feathers floated and fell, I could almost see it. I could clearly see him descending.

A deep symphony of his song—his voice—somewhere stranded and registered, supplanted subconsciously, like my own consciousness honored him, honored in a way I hadn’t reached the upper limits than the great heavens, and the upper limits was vastly open and endless, the sound of him was like a hymn written in the bible, reached higher and higher I never considered describing.

His touch became warmer, and his voice became friendlier and sincere, less pretense and more…caring and genuine. His voice was a new coat wore over my bruised sleeves, one I can’t let go and undo it’s balminess during a stormy winter clash against the void inside me. Somehow, it was…elating.

“And what about me?” he began, inching his face closer, his posture slouched forward, shadow looming in. “What am I to you? Am I the rain or the sunlight? Or am I the storm crashing in?”

Lose on my hand traced across his jawline, fingers trailed over his chin, index finger dragged onto his Aaron’s apple, then placing my whole hand, brushing the side curve of his slender neck.

Right then and there, Adrian hummed, sounding like a purr and settled my gloved palm over his features, a visage of a dark angel.

“You’re…a kind soul,” I answered, chest fastened. “Someone who’s willing to give effort to somebody like me. Like sunlight.”

My lips tightened, panicking.

Have I been consuming the streamed of red wine?

Have I starved myself today? Have I been losing sanity since the beginning last month?

No, that couldn’t be. I fed and drank portions for a full energy.

I must’ve been zealous and impulsive, racing in madness and expansion of my words ran loosely.

I must’ve been losing it, my composure melted, and I’m becoming a lunatic!

Why has nobody locked me up in the attic?

Hummed, by his satisfactory placed, he pulled me by the waist, closing the gap between us, our eyes connected deeper and longer. The murals behind Adrian were spying on us.

“Good angel. I was hoping you’d say that,” he purred and deepened his passionate kiss, one I received the last time, when I attempted to ignore him, I memorized the smoothness and the shape of his lips like the back of my hand, like the maps and the groundings in a divination of this church.

My dreams memorized him, too, except in my dreamland added the night-black wings over his bare back, wings spread and shield.

His mouth hungered and shoved in more, coated in thick saliva as his tongue mingles, skin heated, clinging hard to one another, as if we couldn’t breathe air, and the air slipped in our lungs.

His hands roamed over me, slithering ravenously.

He grunted, as if roaming my flesh wasn’t given in heavenly experience, the experience like a first-time lover, pouring his soul out onto me, greedily feasting.

A moan escaped my lips.

“Ah,” I sounded, nails clawed in.

Realizing, I overstepped, and caused a huge mistake.

Adrian paused, ears perked at my little moan, and smirked felt against my sensitive neckline.

Twinkle in his darkened eyes flickered to my lips, then my eyes, then my parted lips again.

“Such a sensitive girl,” he purred, delving to kiss my neck languidly, trailing and planted spot after spot, tickling me, and my skin tinged in red, a light smack from his lips tingled between my legs, knees weakened as I gripped onto him.

The reflection on the ceiling deflected, and my cheeks flushed, gripping onto him, despite a closed gap we reduced.

His free hand snaked beneath my long skirt, and found its way to my wet cunt, pressing my wet pearl and swished it in circular motion on his thumb, as the two fingers slipped inside me, forming a squelching noise, hurrying as he aroused; bulge hardened in between his legs, grinding against me, my petite height.

My head threw back, drawing out moans, each escalated to a louder noise, but Adrian silenced me with his lips sealed, melding tongues, and heavy circular motions paced. I didn’t allow myself to give away; anyone might’ve caught on if I go reckless.

“Eva,” he purred, brushing his lips on my neckline, planted his softest kisses it.

“Please,” my breath labored as his hands landed on my hips.

“Please what, Eva?” he murmured, motioned his hands in languid strokes, to which the sounds I mustered to conceal, biting on my tongue, biting on my tongue until it bleeds and severs. “Say the words, sweet angel. Say it, and I’ll relieve you.”

“Then…relieve me,” I answered, a labored breath escaped, my hand tightened on the locks at his back head, pressing myself closer to him.

Adrian smiled. His mole crinkled under his eye.

Before he plunged his kiss onto me, a noise erupted, coming from the end of the hall. His mouth twitched in irritation, growing in displeasure more and more whenever something interrupts his confession.

“I guess the Lord wants us to be patient today,” he began. “Is this how your Lord required someone to do his bidding?”

I gulped. “Yes.”

“Then I guess he’ll give us a very good reward, won’t he,” he said with a dry laugh.

I didn’t laugh alongside him. Rather my eyes scanned over his face marked with a mirthful glow, like it changed him in a better improvement.

Adrian’s intent eyes placed on me; given me one last kiss before he insisted on escorted me. As soon as he opened the door, Emily showed up with a wide grin, but with her eyes daggered at me.

“Adrian, I need you to help me with something,” she said, her pearly teeth displayed.

He huffed, his palm loosened from my shoulder blade. “Fine, I’ll see you there.”

“Like, as in now. Now, now, now,” she expressed, hyper and impatient, pressing the Bible against her chest, bouncing in place, signaling her urgency.

Without a single look from him, he departed, and no sign of his lingering kiss is found, nothing but a hollow trail he left behind faded.

But as he stopped and had Emily took the lead, exiting ahead, he turned and shot a mirth expression tugged on his lips and his pitch-dark hues angled in kindness and ushered himself out.

The breath I held in my lungs released.

Maybe he wasn’t so devilish and unholy, after all.