Page 78 of Eyes Like Angel
My cheeks got redder, and his sly smirk got cheekier.
But something about Adrian, has unlocked something in me, this awfully foreign feeling stirred in my chest, but I couldn’t pinpoint.
Oh, that devilish man.
My eyes fixated onto his dimple dented on his beardless complexion. “I assume you’re taken, I can tell based on how you explained, or how you’re familiar with somebody. I assumed Emily is your partner,” I said, without stutter, without the heart wrenching in the chest.
Sighing, he grimaced, a horrifyingly hideous effect twisted on his angelic visage. “Emily’s not my type.”
What did he mean by that?
A buzzing silence befell and grew between us, as if divided. The air condition halted its breeze at the air duct, and the used trays were unwashed.
I could almost hear their laughter, picturing them dancing together, enjoying one another, and share a deep kiss in the dark despite the events was happening now, with me, remaining in the midst the annex of the church’s backdoors was…caving in.
Tossing the unnecessary assumptions and worst scenarios aside, I decided to give him a chance for an explanation. If I stayed, there’s a chance I might know—obtained a full knowledge. In unison, a part of me wishes of being naïve and listless, to be content with what I possessed now.
“Then, who is it?” I softly uttered.
My heart thumped faster, skin went clammy underneath my veiled attire.
Without so much of a second thought, Adrian clashed his lips, collided with mine.
Squealed, I staggered back, but Adrian snatched and yanked my waist, holding me, not letting me go. His kisses deepened each time, keeping me from abscond within his grasp.
My heart leapt, leapt higher than last. My belly twisted and stiffened, scorching and coiling harder. The world around me swirled, my hands curled as my fingernails clamped, dented the nails in.
“We can’t do it here,” I told him, gently shoving him back, placid air poked on his lips. “The Lord is watching.”
I revisited yesterday’s confrontation, a confrontation where he placed his kiss on me in the pouring rain and a thin mist that last a day.
The thrum in his mouth vibrated a hum, cupping my face as the tip on his thumb stroke my lips, his gaze lingered on my lips. “Let the Lord watch.”
Hungrily, Adrian plunged in for a deeper kiss, his large, veiny hands caressing, slithering over my bodice, yanking me to close the gap. Stiffened by his touch, his hand reassured me, cradling over the back of my head as he pecked his lips from the corners of my jaw trailed down to the nape. Exasperated, realization dawned on me that a veiled fabric shielded my neck from the trail of his sappy kiss. His wet lips moved and pecked it several times, but the familiarity of shared love is veiled and restricted.
Groaning, I pulled him closer towards me, wanting to savor, fingernails raking on his back as his voice withheld his rasping moans, and grating against my ear, like my body, my hands had a mind of its own, whirlwind emotions seeped into him, and our fears evaporated.
“Eva,” he rasped, his breath catching up in the heat, cupping my face in tender shift. “Eva,please.”
Squeezing me in between the weight of his arms, his veiny hands roaming down on my slimmed waist, clutched to my bony hips, yanking me closer, his lips breathed—moaned—into my ear. Gasping, my focus darted on his trousers, a huge dent protruded between his legs—grinding against me. Each timehe grinds, his kisses grew more passionate, his yearning and hunger stirred in between my legs, tingling.
My intentions were to pull myself apart from his touch, yet he has other ideas.
“Not here,” I told him, rasping for air. “Not now. We’re at the church.”
“I had to see you,” he reasoned, as if he’s dying of thirst.
“But you’re here with me,” I remarked, tugging him closer timidly, shaken.
He chortled, caressing my veiled head. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Pressing his forehead aligned to mine, rubbing. “My, you’re a good angel—averygood angel.” Locking his lips again, tangled his slicked tongue, danced and overlapped, tugging my lower lip with his teeth. My tongue tangled and danced alongside, but my pace was slow, his was quick and desperate, like his fervent of the air I breathed, the ground I crossed on, and the touches I supplanted.
I sighed in content, clasping a fistful of his hair locks, matching pace. Slight curls bounced and tickled the exposed part on my face. Accidently pulling myself away for a quick breath, only for Adrian cupped my back head and pulled me harder for my lips to capture his once again.
His bulge hardened through his black-leathered trousers, rousing, as does his breath. His breath mingled mine, his alabaster countenance pressed, bodies mingling in fractioned heat each time we pressed and folded to one another.
Adrenaline rushed in my cooled veins, somewhat pleading him, pleading him to stay, to keep this tepid sensation beside me. The long years of solitude in the attic dropped colder and colder as I’ve grown older, unfamiliar what’s like to sleep on a mattress being able to stay awake until the sun glows behind the soft curtains, or when the rain falls, but I’m nowhere nearasleep, I’m wide awake, a man standing before me—close to me. Is this how warmth feels like?
“But I can’t take you here,” he said, slightly pulling away. Tepidness had gone in slight chill, my lips bruised and swelled at his deep kisses. “Not like this.” His once gleeful eyes went despondent. “You’re too…beautiful and kind; you shouldn’t get a crappy treatment from me. You need a nice, appropriate setting, a suitable place for us to be alone together…” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I wanted to do this properly. I want to get to know you well. But my mind can’t seem to grasp things, things on how I should make next move on without making you upset and run off disappearing without a trace.”
