Page 26 of Abel

Iknew, from the moment I set eyes on this beautiful creature, that she was a force to be reckoned with. Watching her out on the dance floor with those assholes made my blood boil. I wanted to cut their hands off for touching what was going to be mine.

Even now as I’ve gotten a peek into all that is her, I want, no, need to know more. I’m not sure who could have caused this beautiful creature the pain clearly etched on her face. Even though her smile doesn’t reach to the sky, she still looks fucking gorgeous. Makes me wonder if it was an old boyfriend.

I’ll fucking kill him.

The way she guards herself speaks volumes. I know in my heart, she’s determined tonight is the only night we’ll be spending together. Not if I have a say-so in it, and I have every right to say I want more.

Tonight will be the first of many.

She’s different from other women. There’s an underlying layer of confidence there. With just the right touch or even look at her, and she’s letting it show.

I love that she has a spicy mouth with fiery comebacks. That’s a concoction that had me swelling with pride when she defended herself against those assholes.

She’s timid yet courageous at the same time. It’s not that she’s a nerd, but I can tell she’s a stickler for the books, and I think it’s fucking sexy as hell.

Her radiant dark chocolate skin has me by the fucking balls. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I love a woman of color.

Her smile.

It lights up the room whenever she blesses you with it. Bright white like the angelic lights that shine down from Heaven itself. Cobalt-blue eyes that tug at my heartstrings, telling me it’s okay to let go. They don’t hold many secrets, maybe just the one that I need to unlock the most.

Those eyes of hers are some of the most striking ones I’ve ever seen on a black woman before.

Another favorite quality she has is her hair. I’m a sucker for running my hands through long strands, but I love when my woman has hair that I can hold on to.

Not only do I want to fuck her body, but her mind, too.

I want to take her places that she won’t be afraid to go with me by her side.

She’ll never have to fear that I won’t let her have her own mind and be able to speak freely. That’s what happens when you’re in a relationship with someone… You’re both in it to make the other one better, not to bring each other down.

She has every single quality I’m looking for in a woman, but I’m not looking for anything serious. At least I don’t think I’m looking for anything serious, but when it comes to her… I can see a future.

Now hold on just a damn minute, Abel. You said the same thing about Courtney and look how that went.

Yeah, but somethingfeelsdifferent with Ivy.

Ivy.

She’s got a beautiful name.

One that rolls so easily off my tongue that I could get used to saying it, besidesMarrone Dolce.

“Marrone Dolce.” I repeat, smiling to myself. I’m glad she doesn’t know how to speak Italian.

This goofy looking smile won’t stay off my face everytime I find myself stealing a glance at her.

Her admission is another reason I smile.

“No, Marrone Dolce, it’s not because of me. Your beauty deserves to be recognized every single fucking day. Don’t you dare settle for less.” Pulling out of her. Doing a shit job at trying to fix her skirt, because I tore the undergarments to shreds. Her eyes find mine and I can’t stop myself from spinning her around and smashing our lips together, loving the little sigh she graces my ears with.

“I hope you don’t think any less of me because of what just happened?” She whispers to which I frown.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because, most guys would think a woman is easy because of what we just did. I don’t even know you, yet I let you raw dog me in the bathroom of a club.” She looks at me with those innocent, big blue eyes, and I get a little upset because of how little she thinks of herself.

Stepping back, giving her my undivided attention and my honest answer. “Marrone Dolce.” I begin, grabbing her hands, “Any man who calls you out of your name is no man at all. If he needs to stoop so low as to degrade you for something you were both willing to do, he is not a man. If he were to walk out of here with you traveling behind him, feeling like his dirty, little secret, he is not a man. Anymanthat would make his woman look and feel like shit in the eyes of another man is a grade-A bitch in my book.” Reaching out, my other hand gently strokes her facebefore continuing. “You don’t have to know somebody for ages just to like them. The attraction and connection is instant if it’s something that’s meant to be. Love is life, and one of the biggest things we get to accomplish in that life. It’s up to us to find our person to spend an eternity with and not waste it on amanwhose intentions weren’t true from the very beginning.”

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