Chapter 11.2

His breathing has become ragged once again, but not because he is enraged. But for reasons that are too dangerous to say. I noticed him close his eyes. He here seems to be repressing his desires. His jaw tightened as well. He'll lose his patience if he's pushed any further.

"Fuck, mi amore, I'll kiss you if you don't stop," he said. I blinked a few times as I stared at him. Does he want to kiss me? Huh? What?

Is he going to kiss me? I licked my lower lip. This is us, and this is me. I had become a slave to the strange heat in his stares once more.

"A-Azazel..." was the only thing I could say while staring at him. His eyes opened, and there was a strange glimmer in them. As I stared at him, my hair stood on end.

"Oh, damn this," he said as he grabbed my lips. Kissing me hungrily. I'm licking my lower lip and trying to make an entrance. I'm not sure what changed in the way he kissed me. I'm not sure how to describe it. But it's not as aggressive as