Satan’s Angel

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Little Kisses

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He was about to leave, for some reason that didn't sit well with me.

"Wait!" I called after him before he got the chance to make it to his bike.

He turned around and looked at me with curiosity. "Yes, Angel?"

I thought over what I was going to say next. "C-can you stay over?" I asked nervously fidgeting with my fingers.

"Hey," he said softly lifting my head up so that my eyes meet his. "of course I will." His lips tugged up slightly from the corners, trying to form into some what of a smile.

My own lips tugged up into a big smile.

I opened the door and lead the big tattooed man in. "I'll go change into a something comfortable, then we can watch a movie if that's okay?" I asked hopefully.

"Sure," He licked his lips, a dark passing over his eyes but it was quickly gone.

I nodded and raced to my room. I changed into some comfy dark blue silk pajamas with a pinkish purple trim.

"Follow me," I told Satan as I walked back into the living room. He did as said and followed with no questions asked, we walked into my room with silence.

"What would you like to watch, Angel?" He asked as we settled into the couch in my room.

I didn't know what to choose, I didn't want to pick something he'd hate. "Iron Man!" I said excitedly as my eyes caught sight of the movie.

"As you wish, baby." The nickname made me blush like hell, I'm sure it didn't mean anything to him as much as it did to me.

That thought made my mood darken.

"You okay?" Satan asked me as he noticed my foul mood after a little while.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm all good," I smiled up at him forcefully.

He turned back to the T.V and I sighed in relief thinking he didn't notice anything wrong. But he paused the movie and turned back to me.

"What's wrong, Angel?" His tone soft as he looked deep into my eyes.

"It's nothing, really!" I assured him looking down at my lap as I'm not the best at lying.

"Tell me," He demanded as he lifted my head back up, his demand wasn't forceful but it was still dominating and intimidating.

"I just....You called me baby and I know it doesn't mean as much to you as it does to me." I said shamefully that I felt such a feeling.

He just smiled a ghost smile and leaned down a bit so that our faces were closer to one another. "You have no idea what you do to me, Angel." His face got closer to my own.

"What...what are you doing?" I swallowed hard.

"Can I try something?" He looked at my lips and licked his own.

I couldn't form any words so I just nodded.

His lips hovered over mine lightly, I pushed forward so that our lips touched. That's all he needed as consent. He kissed me softly, our lips moving in harmony like they belonged on one another.

He pulled me to him so that I was straddling him, his tongue licked my bottom lip asking for permission which I gladly accepted. Our tongues danced around one another, getting familiar with each other, but that didn't last long as his tongue started to fight for dominance which I automatically submitted to earning a grunt of approval from him.

He pulled away and kissed down my neck with soft kisses. I moaned at the feeling traveling through me, a weird sensation in a very intimate part of me.

"How are you feeling, baby?" He asked me after he was satisfied with the kisses he left on my neck. I was still straddling him with my head in his neck and his arm wrapped snugly around my waist and his other hand stroking my hair.

"Good," I smiled to myself.

A yawn escaped my mouth. "Come on. Lets get you to bed, baby," He picked me up and walked to my bed laying me down on the soft sheets. "Good night, baby." He leaned down and kissed me softly.

"Stay, please," I held his hand not letting go away.

He stood there for a little bit then nodded and started taking his shirt and jeans off, I looked away with a red face.

He slid in behind me and pulled me to him so that my back was to his chest.


I woke up the next morning to an empty cold bed meaning he's been gone for a long time. It made me a bit sad that he didn't stay till the next morning but also appreciative that he didn't stay because I feel like it would been awkward.

I still don't understand what is that between us. Are we together? Are we not? Are we friends? Are we dating? It's all just so confusing, I want to figure it out all by myself but I know that I have to talk to him about this whole thing so that everything is clear.

Stretching like a cat with a small smile playing on my lips I got up to use the bathroom and brush my teeth, throwing my hair in a bun staying in my pajamas as I had nowhere to be anyway.

When I walked into the living room a figure was sitting on the couch. "Bexley?" I asked as I rounded the couch to look at my possibly only true friend.

"Angel!" She jumped up and hugged me tightly. "I've missed you so much!" She said as she held me at arm length.

"I've miss you more!" I hugged her again.

"What's all the fucking yelling and jumping about?" An annoyed Cora asked as she walked in rubbing her head. "Oh, it's just you." She spat as she saw Bexley sitting next to me and walked away into the kitchen muttering something about needing coffee to deal with both of us.

"Ignore the bitch," Bexley rolled her eyes. "How have you been?"

"I've never been better!" I smiled happily.

"Does have anything to do with a boy?" She smiled cheekily at me.

"Maybe..." I dragged off.

"Tell me everything, now." She gave me a look that made me want to spill everything instantly, not because I wanted to but because I was scared of that look.

And so I did, I told her everything from meeting him at the club to last night.

She was looking at me all weirdly that I started to feel uncomfortable. "What is it?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just can't see you with someone like him. No offence." She shook her head.

I didn't quiet get what she meant but at the same time I understood. "None taken," I chuckled.

"I never knew you were into the dangerous, mysterious, tattooed men," She smirked. "Do you happen to have a photo of your Biker Hottie?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"No, I don't," I blushed.

Cora then decided to walk back in. "Ugh, you're still here," She said with distaste to Bexley.

Bexley wasn't exactly Cora's "standards", Bexley's family wasn't friends with Cora's as her mother hated Bexley's from way back in high school. Bexley lived close to me so naturally while growing up we were friends and stayed so, I tell her everything and she tells me everything. Cora didn't like that at all, she was always jealous of how close we are.

"Cora, will you stop," I glared at her.

"Whatever," She flipped her hair and stormed off into her bedroom.

"How about we go out shopping?" Bexley asked me.

"No," My eyes widened at the suggestion. Shopping with Bexley was a whole workout of it's own. She just keeps on going from store to store, she has longer legs than I do so it was always hard to keep up with her.

"I'll walk slowly. Please....!" She gave me the puppy dog eyes that I couldn't say no to.

"Fine." I grumbled while she cheered in victory.

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