Angel Dust Chest Fluff Novels & Stories

He is clearly wondering why I am stalling instead of hurrying down to the basement to train. He watches in mounting horror as I casually shift my posture. The marble counter is a bit too high for me, so I pop up onto my tiptoes, leaning as far over the desk as I can. I prop my chin on my hands, gazing up at the lethal, terrifying Dark Elf with wide, sparkling eyes. "You know, sweetheart," I purr, my voice dripping with sweet, unadulterated flirtation. "Your skin is absolutely gorgeous. Like liquid obsidian. Can I touch your hand?"

Harry could see how hopeful Bethel looked. She was obviously hoping Angel would like the gift and he couldn't wait to see what was in there himself. They watched Angel as she opened the box and there laid a stunning purple dress with crystals around the neckline, it's a knee length gown, it was plain down to the waist and was gathered from the waist down to the knee, the bottom was covered with precious pearls. It looked just like a little princess dress. It was so elegant and eye catching that they all gasped. Angel ran into Bethel's arm, deeply astonished by the gift.

Angel was sporting cowboy attire with pink baby goggles. Well, Ace knew how to dress simply at the same time with class. He was wearing a Gray t.shirt and blue jeans. His hair was neatly gelled and combed to perfection with not a strand falling on the other side. Scarlet licked her lips and he gave her a knowing smirk, knowing quite well what was going inside her. "Wait for the moment the firecracker sleeps and I'm going to have you for my next meal." He whispered dangerously low in her ear sending tingles down her core.

Only my Angel deserves this title. “Take your hands off him before I do it for you.” My knees almost buckle beneath me at the sound of my Angel’s powerful voice. “The fuck are you, bitch?!” Angel’s impostor screeches in fury, finally stepping away. But I don’t even notice her, all I see is my little queen. She’s confidently standing next to Ash, and I’m left completely breathless at the sight of her. Her silver hair is much longer now, reaching her hips, and she’s wearing black leather pants, tucked into heavy combat boots, but it’s her shirt that catches my attention. It’s mine. She’s wearing my shirt. I feel my eyes water as the memories of our time together flow through my mind.

I assure her, gently pushing her to lay down. She laughs softly as she lands on the pile of blankets. “Asterion…” she sighed, looking up at me under dark hooded eyes. I took my time looking at her naked body. Her skin was like porcelain, with a dotting of freckles across her breasts. “So beautiful.” I murmured as I looked at her, letting my hands glide over her body. She was flushed with arousal, and oh, could I smell her arousal. It was strong and was driving me crazy.

In that stark moment, she understood: the calm was a mere prelude, and the storm had finally unleashed its fury. Dynasty’s piercing gaze locked onto Angela, who perched on the edge of her sleek marble desk like a striking silhouette. Her eyes flickered momentarily to Angela’s wild, untamed coils of hair, which framed her face and harmonized with the bold animal print of her silk blouse. Angela’s full, usually playful lips were set in a firm line, reflecting the moment's weight.

Phoenix whispers huskily against her skin as he worshiped her like a goddess. Dexter, his mouth still buried between her thighs, adds in a deep, throaty voice, "You taste like ambrosia, doll. I could stay here forever." His words were punctuated by Astrid's ecstatic cries as a rush of warmth flooded her cheeks, and a delicate rosy hue bloomed across her skin in response to their comments.

Elina was stubborn, she managed to unbutton four buttons, exposing his chest. “Let me check,” she said, and spread the shirt wide enough to see his full chest. He didn't look sick, his chest was fine, and there was no fire. She moved her hands up and caressed his heart area before sliding up his neck. Angel felt her warmth, her presence. A little touch from her and he was at ease. “Do you want anything … if you aren't feeling well. I can…” Elina said and was about to cut her wrist with her teeth when he stopped her

Lifting my thumb to rub against her rouged skin, I smirked, leaning into her ear. "You look so innocent." I breathed huskily; with a pout, she pulled her head to the side to look at me, her expression pulled into a mask of mock offence. "I am an angel!" She grinned sweetly! "I am innocent!" with a smile that could have rivalled Helen of Troy, she leaned her head back on my shoulder, gracing my senses with the fantastic scent of vanilla and coconut. "Considering what I saw this morning... I would have to beg to differ and stand by my original statement: YOU are NO angel!" I grinned, nipping her neck roughly, losing myself in the soft moan that left her luscious lips

My stomach is a nest of frantic butterflies. My armor is emerald silk. A simple, sleeveless column that falls to my ankles, the exact shade of the deepest moss in my forest painting. It feels like wearing a piece of my own soul. No Ethan-approved black. This color is mine. Alive. Sandra materializes beside me, a flamboyant counterpoint in fuchsia and feathers, immediately pressing a flute of sparkling wine into my hand.