Coming From The Lips Of An Angel 소설 & 이야기

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

After so many rains, here she is again, speaking to him once more, careful not to touch his ice cold heart, careful not to freeze. "You've no heart for me to shatter!" His voice was getting nearer to her but she remained unbothered or so she acted. "Do you want me to return your suffering to you? Do you want to go back to that day I showed you your daughter's sweet smile? Do you want to suffer again?!" To her surprise, the Angel flew right to her, holding her chin up. His eyes were glistening with pure hunger, his evil grin almost reaching to his ears and his psychotic laughs. What had this little boy become?

Acceptance. Hunger for my angel.

came the voice "Hi everyone out there, I am glad you can spare some time to share this moment with me. For all those waiting to be swept off your feet, remember, your chosen is right next to you. Just like me, Ethan has always been a friend but I never paid attention to him until recently. The love you are looking for is standing right next to you, don't look too far," she said with a smile and never failed to flash her huge sparkling diamond ring.

Angel’s lips. ‘God, those delicious lips!’ Red. Wet. Swollen. The kind of mouth you'd die to have a taste. The kind Tony had just devoured before going down on the ‘Angel’. And there was no hiding the evidence. Tony’s chin was slick with it. He felt no shame for what he did. No. Only lust. Reverence. The taste of the ‘Angel’ still lingered on the tip of his tongue. Addictive. Bitter.

“Since when angels started liking darkness?” He whispered, lost in that flickering light holding the sanity between them. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, tempting his beast. “Angel? Are you referring to me now?” with those words, she accepted his presence, and in answer, he blinked at her question, closing the distance between their faces. She was his angel and a special one. “Angels don’t come from the dark world, Mr. Ruffino,” she muttered, and on that note, she brought back their professional distance. He halted.

"Kiss me....please." He leaned closer to my lips slowly and a sweet intense chill washed over my body, goosebumps appeared on my skin as his lips touched mine in a slight brush. A cry of pleasure left my lips at the impact then slowly, Angel took my lips in his and his fingers dug deeper into my hair tugging my head forward. He began to move his sweet succulent and wet lips inside my very needy ones. My whole body was ignited in flames at his touch.

"Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it." Her lips hover over mine, making desire pulse through me. Her angelic identity is as potent as her human one. Even seeing that she’s mad, I can’t resist the touch of her lips on mine. Her angel is more aggressive as she bites and sucks my lips until I’m putty in her hands. A groan escapes my lips when she pulls away and gives me a wicked smile before she turns to Michael and slams her lips down on his. Rage consumes me, “Michael, don’t!”

Dorian “Wrap those lips around my fingers like you do with my cock.” She groans, low in her throat, her pussy tightening. “Are you going to come for me, Angel,” I ask, and she nods her head, looking at me with big pleading eyes. “Come for me.”

"Your lips have become an addiction to me, Angel." Maybe this sentence wasn't the first thing Erick said to him, but the effect was still extraordinary. His heart was still beating fast, with a warm throbbing that always created a red flush on his face. "We... have to leave," Angel stammered, and again she had to be made to melt when Erick kissed her lips again intensely. "Oh my God... I can't refuse it, I always want it," Angel muttered to himself, with his lips continuing to welcome every play of the man's cold lips.