I only stared back.
He smiled warmly, his hand running down the length of my jaw. “Beauty has changed drastically since I came to earth. What men hold beautiful today...,” he shook his head. “These skinny women have the bodies of hungry little boys. If they have any curves at all, it's only plastic.” Alex gently pulled up on the hem of my sweater, his eyes locked with mine. Hesitantly, I raised my arms. With one slow motion, the sweater was removed. Alex brought the material to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“Now this is real beauty,” he said, eyes roaming over me. “You are exquisite.” Alex pulled my face to his and we kissed. His mouth was on fire as his tongue probed for mine. Slowly, Alex pushed me back into the silky down comforter. His eyes trailed over me and he smiled. “Gian Bernini would have loved to have you model for him. That man sculpted the most beautiful, full-bodied statues of women a man could ever wish were real. He had an eye for true beauty.” He was comparing me to a work of art by a master in the baroque era. I was speechless.
Alex's mouth came to the tops of my breasts and he feathered them with kisses. Gently, he peeled my bra away, revealing my nipples to his hungry gaze. He hissed lightly. “You have to realize how beautiful you are...,” Alex said, taking a rosy peak into his hot mouth. My buds tightened even more as his tongue swirly lazily around the right one. I arched up to him involuntarily, sighing softly. I ached badly and wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes off and impale myself on what I was sure to be a gloriously thick cock. God, I was soaking wet.
Bathing both breasts with his mouth, Alex gradually moved lower to the softness of my stomach and unfastened my pants. He let his tongue slip below the lacy hem of my black panties and inhaled deeply. “Your arousal is intoxicating,” he said with more of a growl than before.
I wove my fingers through his thick, black hair as he pulled my pants and panties from my body. He groaned as he took in my complete nakedness. His hands came to the backs of my knees and he pulled me to the side of his bed. Slowly, he parted my thighs. I trembled as my dewy flower opened to his gaze. “Mmmmm,” he said softly, lightly running the pad of a finger along my coated slit. “You're so wet.”
My eyes closed as I enjoyed his gentle stroke. A moment later, I felt his warm breath against the sensitive wet skin and I held my breath. When his tongue lazily parted my lips and ran from my pussy to my clit, pleasure rippled through my body and I cried out.
“You taste like honey and peaches,” he murmured and flicked his tongue rapidly against my sensitive bud, making me jump in ecstasy. He alternated long, slow strokes with short, rapid flicks. I knew I was not far from a climax as more liquid rushed to the center of my pleasure, which Alex lapped up hungrily. When he eased his index finger into my depths while stroking my clit with his tongue, I lost what little control I had over my pleasure and came hard. The world swirled around me but all I could feel was Alex's mouth and tongue. He continued to bath my sex gently until I came down from bliss, my body ceasing its spasms.
“Oh my God,” I panted.
Alex kissed the inside of my thigh and looked up to me, smiling. His lips were glistening with my moisture. “That was incredible,” he said, standing to remove his jeans and boxers. I swallowed hard when his erection sprang free. Exactly as I thought, it was magnificent; standing out proudly and pulsing to the beat of his heart. I couldn’t help to notice that it about the same size as Matt's. When my friends name crossed my mind, I quickly pushed it away. I didn't need thoughts of him to ruin this.
I sat up and took the heavy cock in my palm. It twitched lightly with my touch. I looked up to Alex as I took the fat head into my mouth. He sucked a breath in sharply and closed his eyes. I let my tongue run over the soft and lightly ridged skin, resulting in a groan from the fallen angel. His skin was soft and had a faint sweet taste. Opening my mouth further, I slowly accepted the steely member further passed my lips, letting it slide along my tongue until it would go no further. Bobbing my mouth, I gave him a few quick deep throat strokes and pulled him from my mouth. Saliva glistened around his cock, dripping in some spots.
“You can't do that to me much longer,” Alex growled. I looked up at him; his eyes were black and narrowed to slits.
I didn't think it was possible to get any wetter, but I did as I stared up at the sexy man, his cock in my hands. I bit my lip and stroked him slowly, teasing every ridge and vein.
Alex brought his hand to my face, cupping my chin. “Put your mouth around it once more.”
I happily obliged, taking him entirely down my throat, gagging lightly. Alex took my head in his hands and fucked my mouth with a few quick strokes and pulled out – saliva trailed from my lips to his erection, eliciting a groan from the angel. He got to his knees between my thighs and rubbed the head of his glistening cock against my very wet opening.
“Do you want it?” he asked hungrily.
“Yes,” I purred, pushing my body towards him.
“Tell me that you want it.”
“I want it, Alex.”
“What do you want?”
I pushed past my torture and considered him for a moment as he continued to tease my aching pussy. He wanted me to beg and talk dirty... the angel that was so proper and formal during our conversations wanted me to be vulgar now.
“Please fuck me with your big cock, Alex,” I purred, testing my theory.
Alex groaned, thrusting his thick dick into me hard, bottoming out with just one stroke. I couldn't stifle my cry of bliss. “So wet,” he said, looking down at our joined bodies. “You took it all...,” Alex hissed, pulling out all of the way. He took his glistening member in his hand and thumped the purple head against my clit causing me to quake at his touch. “I want this first time to last,” he said with a gravel voice, looking at me. “But I don't think I can.” He eased into me slowly, nestling the root of his cock against my mound when he finished the stroke. “You feel so amazing.”
The sexy angel covered my body with his and brought us both back to the center of the bed. Still buried to the hilt, Alex kissed me. “I'm going to drink from you and you will come for me,” he whispered, trailing his lips slowly to my neck.
“Are you trying to compel me?” I whimpered.
“No. That's what will happen,” he murmured, starting to fuck me slowly with long, deep strokes.
“Predicting the future...,” I panted, almost completely lost in pleasure.
“Perhaps.” His pace quickened as he nibbled my skin at the location of his last bite. “Lose yourself, my dear.”
When he sank his teeth into my neck, I screamed with pleasure as an epic orgasm ripped through my body. Alex showed my gripping pussy no mercy and pounded his cock into me with hard, unforgiving thrusts. Before the last orgasm subsided, I had another and brought Alex over the cliff with me. He hissed next to my ear, grasping handfuls of bed linens tightly in his fists as I tumbled in waves of ecstasy. I could feel the heat from his seed far into my depths.
For a moment or two, I eased in and out of consciousness. If Alex's weight wasn't holding me grounded to the bed, I knew I would have floated away.
Alex nibbled on my neck softly as our breathing and pulse came back down to normal. Even with his weight on me and him still being inside, I felt myself start to drift to sleep... until I felt him expand and harden in my depths.
“Forgive me. I cannot get enough of you,” he groaned below the shell of my ear and sank his teeth into me. We made love twice more before I was able to find sleep.
Much earlier than I would have preferred, the sun peeking through the heavy drapes in Alex's bedroom woke me. I sighed and turned the other way, my hand seeking Alex. He was not in bed but I could feel warmth in the sheets where he had been just moments before. I propped myself up on my elbows, looking around the room. I considered putting on Alex's shirt and nothing else, but I was positive it wouldn't fit me anyway. The vision of Chris Farley doing his 'fat guy in a little coat' came to mind and I giggled at myself. I dressed in my
clothes from the day before and went down the hall to find Alex.
I spied him in the kitchen, his back turned to me. He was wearing jeans and nothing else. Alex was sexy as hell. His back muscles flexed with every twist of his body. I leaned against the doorway, watching him for a moment until I saw what he was doing. The mighty fallen angel was making waffles. I busted out in laughter.
He turned and smiled, looking at me quizzically. “What is it?”
“Vlad Dracula making waffles.” I giggled more. I'd like to see that on the History channel.
Alex laughed. “Did you sleep okay?”
I pulled myself up to sit on the granite counter-top next to where he was working. “Yeah, what sleep I did get,” I said coyly.
“I told you that we'd be up until dawn. You're lucky I let you have any sleep at all,” he said with an evil smile. “Would you like some coffee or tea?”
I nodded. “Please. Coffee.”
Alex picked up a mug from the other side of his work station and handed it to me. It was already filled – whipped cream on top. “Splash of cream and two sugars?”
It was exactly how I liked my coffee at home. “Thank you.” I took the mug from him and smiled. “That's creepy, stalker.”
He chuckled. “Go have a seat at the dining table and I'll bring you breakfast.”
“Okay,” I said, hopping off of the counter. When I found the dining table, I was shocked to see that he had already set it and had included a bunch of white and pink roses in a crystal vase. I seated myself at the head of the table farthest away from the window. Alex soon joined me.
“This is so beautiful,” I remarked as he placed two waffles in my plate. “Thank you.”
“I thought it would only be proper for me to feed you since you fed me so much last night.”
“Yeah,” I said as my cheeks reddened lightly. “About that, do you take a lot of blood when you bite? It didn't seem like it.”
Alex seated himself adjacent to me. “No, usually only a mouth full.” He placed a napkin in his lap and looked up at me. “Why, did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “Oh, no. I was just curious.” I finished putting butter and syrup on my breakfast and waited for him to finish as well.
He noticed I wasn't eating and smiled. “My dear, you don't have to wait for me. Please eat. You must be starving.”
I smiled. I sorta was... no, scratch that. I was starving, no sorta about it. I cut into my first bite and noticed the clock in the living room. It was 9:30 a.m. I would have to get home and a nap soon for my shift later. I felt somewhat like Cinderella. In a few hours, the spell would be broken and I'd return to my boring old life.
“When you first kissed me... you told me to forget that it happened,” I said as the event came to my head. “What was that about?”
Alex sipped from his coffee and sat the mug down. “I was trying to compel you.”
“Compel?”
“Yes. Archangels, fallen archangels and demons can... convince humans of things. Make them forget... make them remember something that didn't happen. Although, I'm unclear as to why it didn't work on you.”
I stared. “There was a cop that came into the ER after we had a man come in that had been bitten. He tried to tell me that the patient wasn't bitten and that he was never there.”
Alex nodded. “I know. I was talking with some others about that incident when you called me, demanding me for answers.” He chuckled.
“Who was that cop?”
“I'm not sure. He must have known the one that bit the victim and was trying to protect his or her identity.
I swirled a bit of waffle around the remaining syrup on my plate. “Dammit, Alex. You're supposed to have answers for me,” I teased.
He smiled, warmth radiating from his eyes.
I returned the smile and looked back down to my plate. I could feel myself falling for him. I knew I shouldn't... he was possessive, powerful and capable of such terrible things... but I couldn't help it. I took another bite of waffle.
The heavy, oak, front door suddenly exploded into a thousand splinters, my head throbbed from the shock wave. I screamed and ducked down below the table, covering my head as tiny wooden missiles whizzed by us.
“Azariah!” A big male voice boomed almost as loud as the exploding door.
Terrified, I peeked over the table through the thick dust to see a massive angel standing at the entrance to Alex's home. He was magnificent, even in his rage. His wings were impossibly white which was in sharp contrast to the red cloak around his neck. He was wearing some type of roman-looking armor and held a long sword. Any time earlier, I would have thought the guy was wearing an elaborate costume but I knew better. This guy had just kicked the English Oak door into a million pieces as if it was a potato chip.
“Jeremiel,” Alex said calmly, brushing bits from his chest.
I stared. This was another archangel, one of the angels that Alex had mentioned earlier. I looked at Alex and then back to the angel.
“Where is she, Azariah?” Jeremiel roared in anger. Did he mean me? As the dust settled around us, I was able to see him much better. Standing there, radiating an almost gold light..., “Matt?” My jaw hit the floor.
Both angels looked at me. Confusion and then anger rose to Alex's face. He looked back to Matt, his eyes going black almost instantaneously. “You are Matt? YOU... were the one warning her against me?”
I rose, still staring at the man I thought I knew. His eyes were a cerulean maelstrom of emotion focused on me, but his demeanor softened under my gaze.
“That explains why I couldn't compel her,” Alex concluded, shaking his head. “You already beat me to it.”
I gasped. “M... Matt... what is he talking about?”
The anger in Matt's eyes switched to fear for a brief moment and then back to anger as he turned his attention to Alex.
“Matt, did you compel me?”
He ignored my questions as his eyes scanned over the fallen angel and he did the same to me. “Did you sleep with...,” he started but didn't finish.
“My once good friend, that is none of your concern,” Alex said smugly.
“It is my concern! Michael sent me to protect her.” When Matt looked at me, color rose to my cheeks, giving him the confirmation he didn't want. Anger raged once more. “You should be burning in the pits of Hades with Lucifer,” Matt hissed.
“Michael...,” I heard myself say. Why did the archangels want me protected? My hand gripped the mahogany table for support as my head began to swim from overload.
“Kenna, what are you doing! Do you know what a monster he is?” Matt shouted at me, pointing at Alex. “He's a blood thirsty monster!”
“I've told her everything, Jeremiel,” Alex said calmly.
Matt blinked at me. “You... know?”
What could I say? I stared back, my mouth opening slightly.
“You know and you still...,” Matt trailed off. His body began trembling with anger; his expression bordering on disgust. “I should have compelled you to avoid him!”
Where did he get off saying such a thing? I wasn't some pawn to be pushed around the board. “What have you compelled me to do, Matt?” It was my turn to get angry.
“It doesn't matter.” His wings faded, leaving him to look like a hot extra from the set of Troy.
“Like hell. Tell me now!”
Matt's shocking blue eyes stared into mine and I saw despair replace anger. He sighed. “I won't tell you but I will undo it.” He strode forward hesitantly, stared at me for a moment and then placed his hand on my cheek. Suddenly, I saw it all. Visions of Matt and I having sex where held me tenderly and told me that he loved me afterwards. The times he told me he loved me before he left my house. The first night we had sex... he told me he was falling in love with me. The last night we were together, he told me he loved me and that he had to leave because he could no longer stand just being friends. I gasped.
“What did you do, Jeremiel,” Alex demanded,
crossing his arms over his chest.
“That's between Kenna and I.” Matt stared down at me. “I'm so sorry,” he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek that Alex couldn't see.
My heart was thundering in my chest. “Matt... you should have let me remember that. Why didn't you?”
“Because I couldn't. I was to be just an ordinary man to you.”
I wanted to laugh. The thought of Matt ever being ordinary was humorous... but instead, I stared. “Why?”
Alex came to stand next to me. The expression on his face said, 'this should be good'.
Matt sighed. He turned, placing the huge sword against a wooden beam near to the shattered front door and approached Alex and I. “Michael sent me to protect you and in order to do that, I had to gain your trust. I needed to be your friend.”
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