Page 74 of Eyes Like Angel (Eyes Like Angel #1)

Love was used when a certain portrayal, a personal portrayal in a sensual intimacy between a man and woman danced in the dark, tangled in the sheets, hands played in romance, lips mingled under the night sky.

Love is a word to describe when giving thoughtful gifts without declaration, or giving nutriment and medication when their loved ones are ill.

Love is more than a hug and a peck on a cheek and a congenial gesture between peers and families, or exchanged presents in a holiday or going on a trip, or a smack on a back shoulder to credit the accomplishments.

Love is to fill void within someone broken and sensitive, someone who’s unashamed of wearing heart on their sleeve and shows pure love to everyone who spared slight kindness to someone, love is used when yelling or beating at someone, telling them it’s ‘ for their own good ’, love is something where you showered and spent money on when someone needed familiar coziness inside a spiteful little bubble in their insignificant lives, love is when a savior kills, stalks and tortures and sells people, who dared and hurt his beloved goddess, love is when a savior who sells transferred organs and limbs to a black market on a dark web, especially when a savior’s status will be at high risk, love is when a savior spared no lives until he gets an ultimate satisfaction that’s been never sated before, and before he met and entranced by the love of his destined life to pursuit a meaningful exist—

My head pulled back a little, took a gulping breath at a frenzied and zealous gestured I beckoned to a precious deity before me, before my grasp, broken like a glass mirror, be held it as if I picking up to pieces and mold it back as it was once before, and nestled my head over her dainty collarbone and slenderness on her neckline.

She’s broken, and I don’t mind fixing her until she becomes whole anew, putting the puzzles back together, and make her whole and new.

Another definition of love to nurture someone, a decency to nurture for someone’s inner development and upstanding agency to be aspire by. And all it takes is to someone push the domino for it to spiral, block after block.

Darkness can shape someone, I could mend her back together, even if it means to torture and kill some walking meat and solid bones and operating organs and voice box were standing between us and selling organs for a hefty profit.

I can buy and shower her spoiled with jewels and food and clothes, things she can imagine, encouraging her to gain a source of inspiration and stability.

A certain bridge acquired a little flame to spark, a breakage in between the roped line.

She had certain lightness where I could bask myself in, possibly forever, whenever she’s awake, like a glowing daylight, and when she’s resting, she resembled a glow like moonlight.

Love comes in all shapes and forms, but never manipulation. Love is fearless and filled with prevalence and vengeance, dignified and pure, overwriting from someone’s tyranny given to her.

Never again.

I heard a grated voice resided in me, despite the torture I endured and insufferable consequences I took until.

At times my voice was lost, as if somebody molded their ideals in lifestyle and personality merged with mine, recalling their names, self-interests and backstory, but I knew hers and kept it like treasure.

Despite my acquaintance with Eva was scarce, yet…

meaningful within one and a half month, due in complication under recent circumstances, her words and her divinity drove an inspiration for my drive to reach the cause, a will to live, a life to open, a life to accept and dive in, no matter the hardships or the grief, like wounds bounded in healing and serenity.

I hoped she felt the same about me. I don’t know what will if she ever treasured me like how I treasured her, whole heart and soul, without apologies, without regrets, without mourning or vengeance. Only bringing a curtained light dawned and casted above my shadows.

Is this…what love is? Bringing someone’s darkness and brought it against the light I never knew I had? Is she my darkness? Or perhaps she’s the light I craved for? Perhaps a smile on her had my heart endowed with care, simply to capture mine on her sole prayers.

Weight on my body pressed down against hers, shielded her in warmth and sweat and desperation, behind bars, I was ready to implode, and destroy anything path or someone I came cross, to seek a salvation, an eternal peace in me, and my hunger was near to destruct its closure.

“Please, fuck me,” she breathed, wrapping her dainty arms looped around my neck.

My ears perked at that.

Did I hear it right?

Did she say what I think she said?

I must be hallucinating.

Eva never cussed before, not after I met her at the communion during at a Sunday Mass, not even as she got furious with me, or with anyone who crosses her way, she’d steel her anger and gave grace.

In my lifelong dream, the realization soon came crashing down like a fucking asteroid.

I’ve brought Eva, my sweet angel is out of her shell and her broken heaven is shared to me.

“Fuck me, Adrian,” she muttered aloud. “I couldn’t stand waiting anymore.

Fuck me; make me forget the events I went through for the past few months.

I want to forget their voices, their laughter, their hurt, their projections, the punishments and voices yelling at me.

Fuck me, Adrian. I want to forget everything and everyone.

I want to be in your arms, even if it’s only for tonight. ”

The heat closed in on us, palpitating.

My Eva—my beloved Eva, has opened herself.

To me.

Bulge inside my pants tightened and engorged at her tidings, her resonance, laced in sweet seduction where I couldn’t fight back or suppress it, like I was a drug addict without drugs, but addicted to what a particular person, this sole individual does to me.

Relentless and ferocious to chase a dangerous thrill, I was beyond saving.

“Please,” she said breathlessly, arms looped around my neck in an instant.

Secrets of my withered love soared high up when she flung herself against me. The traces of her were impacted greater, and my instincts were savagely feasting for her next actions.

Fuck me , she said.

Oh, God. I think I’m going to hell. But then, maybe I need to be in a moment of heaven with her first.

I felt honored, and aroused.

She’s too damn adorable!

Ah, fuck me silly. Who could ever resist Eva’s offer? Everyone was missing out on something special. But I can’t complain. She’s all mine. Her tears and honey are mine.

At last, my sweet darling angel has arrived.

At once, Eva kneeled down and unbuckled my belt.

Watching her in awe, a breath caught in my throat as she undoes my belt, wetting her lips in anticipation.

Loosening the belt, her hands splayed and roamed my thighs playfully before settling on my back pockets, teeth clutch the zipper and tugged it downwards.

Her hand gripped on my trousers and pulled it down with thirst as my hardened cock sprang loose, veins pumped and protruded.

Her teeth grated, her tongue licked at my pre-cum tip, taking a few swirls before shoving it all the way into her throat without choking. Quite impressive, despite I was the first man she’s ever been with, but then, we made love a few times before she went missing, being kidnapped into the forest.

“Oh, Eva,” my mouth loosened its breath as my hips strapped inside her mouth, thrusting forward; hearing her little chokes and squeaks.

“That’s it. You’re doing well, my sweet angel,” I praised her, pressing the weight on my cock, thrusting deeper into her warm throat.

Soon, I came in her mouth, and she swallowed all.

I pulled her up and kissed her, tasting myself, as I languidly darting my tongue out to hers, mingling wildly and fervently.

“Fuck, baby, you made me feel so good,” I purred, my lips brushed against hers, before I slung her on my shoulder and set her down on the bed, undressing myself as she watched with her legs cross, licking her lips, her emerald eyes roaming my fit physique.

It felt as if Eva has been reborn anew.

Or that I pulled a hidden potential from her, the things I never knew about her that has been suppressed and oppressed by the misfortunes she received in her whole life.

Going on all fours, kneeling, my hands were on her flared jeans with a white moth embroidered print on it, tugged it in one swift, her pink underwear materialized between her legs.

A satisfaction adrenaline rushed into me when she was lying there, on my bed, waiting for me to make a next move. My kiss plunged onto hers as I tugged a thin fabric shielded in between her legs and spread her legs apart, eyes locked in onto her wet pussy.

“Beautiful,” I purred, and had first strokes on her wet folds with my tongue, thirsting enough to sate my quench.

An angelic being before me writhed in pleasure, grabbed my head as her head threw back.

“Adrian,” she moaned aloud, rasping her labored breath, her fingernails dug onto my scalp.

I lapped my tongue onto her faster, she squealed louder, her teeth bared and hissed, using my blanket to bite the noises down, but I tugged the blanket apart.

“No, sweet angel,” I uttered, “I want to hear you as loud as possible. Nobody’s here at this house, just me and you.”

As I continued on lapping to her slick folds, her body laid back, her left arm shielded her blushing face, finding myself amused at her sensitive response to my touch.

Circling my tongue around her swollen clit, her legs shuddered, locked in tight on the sides of my head, loving the space she pressured in between as I kissed her inner thighs, my hands motioned onto her soaked flesh.

“Good angel,” I purred, running my hands on her shuddering thighs. “That’s it, my angel. Come all over me.”

When I delivered the last few strokes on her pussy, she squirted, splashed all over my shirt.