In Arms Of An Angel Novels & Stories

Angel was exhausted by the stress of the party and her trip. She had been worried about meeting Maël but all thanks to the powerful orgasm it had vanquished the last of her apprehension, nervousness and fear. She sat comfortably on the counter where he had set her towel wrapped body. Allowing him to comb her damp hair and carefully whisk away any tangles, Angel rested her head against his chest and just enjoyed being cared for by the handsome man before her. When he lifted her into his arms to carry her into his large master bedroom, her arms looped naturally around his neck.

My lips stretch into a smile as he mentioned a friend and they have no communication so it seems harmless even though the trauma from my past is hunting me over trusting any son of Adam with the opposite gender. “Hello I'm Angel, nice to meet you.” my hands stretched forward for a handshake but reluctantly she took it like it burned her with a fake dirty ass smile which was over before it touched her lips. Her arms coiled back around his shoulder as she snuggled closer towards his tall frame, he didn't seem to mind as he let her. My chest began to hurt, a tightening around my throat, air was polluted, my eyes began to blur.

In that slice, two bodies stood too close. Angel’s said entry, like a woman who walks into rooms assuming doors are suggestions. She wore white, as if purity were a costume you can put on and nobody would notice the zipper. She was turned toward him, one hand on his chest—flat, proprietary. He’d stepped back a fraction, shoulder bumping the edge of the desk, nowhere to go without pinning himself. His jaw was locked. His eyes were on her face. The bond didn’t warn me. It recoiled and then went flat, like a wire cut.

find comfort in her warmth but that wasn't working, so when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, she almost freaked out but then the deep, yet shaken voice put her at ease “I-i don't know what's wrong, but don't cry” Angel's voice rang through her ears, She turned around almost immediately and hugged him, she pulled him close and kept her grip on him, Holding him right enough that he couldn't let go but loose enough that he could breathe, she needed this — this comfort, this warmth, It was just different, yes, she's had hugged Latifa a thousand times, but even Latifa had her losses, So did Angel, but it different, Angel could mend his relationship with his parents, Aracely could not brin

Xander tried to get the image of Angel out of his head. Their relationship had ended. There was only a professional relationship left between them. But when Xander saw Dylan put his arm around Angel's slender hips, a fire of anger surged within him. He desperately wanted to get rid of those arms and replace them with his own. Just last night they slept wrapped around each other and hugged each other naked. He touched every inch of Angel's soft skin with the palm of his hand. There was no barrier between them. Angel moaned for him, and he growled for every nice thing Angel gave him.

She is never going to be the same again, and I can feel her slipping from my grasp. The bell above the door rings and I look up, but it isn’t Gianni that I see. “Angel.” I say as she looks at me, her upper arm wrapped in the second skin wrap. I see the fresh artwork on her arm. It is a grey shaded piece of an angel with a rosary wrapped around praying hands that cover her mouth, and I look back at her. I move to check her over when a hand grabs my shoulder and I turn my head, seeing Marco smirk down at me.

He hugged me tightly, as if trying to press me into his very soul, just like the day I had agreed to be his girlfriend years ago. Feeling suffocated, I gently pushed him away. I heard his voice, choked with emotion. "Jennifer, you have to be happy." We pulled apart, and I saw tears spill from his eyes. For a moment, I was lost for words. I handed him a tissue. "Goodbye." "Goodbye." I turned and walked away. I heard Ross call my name behind me, but I pretended I hadn't. I casually hailed a cab, ready to leave. But just then, I heard Ross shout urgently, "Jennifer, watch out!"

Just then, Christian appeared, with a smile plastering on his face as his gaze landed on me. “Take Aaron inside,” he ordered, his voice firm. I had no idea someone was behind me, until Amby appeared. She forced Aaron off my leg, and his cries echoed through the air as he was dragged away. I felt a pang in my chest as I stared at their retreating back, but I pushed it aside, quickly masking my worried expression with an indifference look. I turned, and my gaze met Christian’s, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Welcome back home, Victoria.”

When I reached for her chin, her muscles tensed with her instinct to pull away, but she didn’t. Her skin was so soft, like those fleece blankets Nonna always made around Christmas. My eyes followed her natural pink lips as she nervously licked them. I kept one arm firmly around her waist, anchoring her in place, while I gently ran a thumb across her lower lip. “What are you doing to me, Angel?” “I didn’t do anything to you,” she said, giving me a puzzled expression. I didn’t realize I was caressing her hand with my other thumb. She tried to pull away, but I held her still, not ready to let her go.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.