Zuriel
I place her hands over her head. My gaze is on her.
I lost my mind when she suggested she had been with other men. I am angry at her, and my body is shaking.
I glare at her, and she holds my gaze. This proximity is dangerous. I can't be this close to her, but I can't move away either. I feel like a moth drawn to a flame. My eyes fall on her soft lips. I hate that men had her, they tasted her!
"Your eyes... They are beautiful," She breathes. I didn't expect her to say that. She is drawn into my eyes. Her chest rising and falling, I can't help when my eyes linger... She isn't flat chest anymore. I need control of my emotions, I need to take back charge because if I don't, I might end up doing something I'd regret. With great difficulty, I pull away from the green-eyed
