different shapes, a strange metal X against one wall, a tall padded table in the middle of the room and several different types of material ranging from leather to chain hanging in strips from the ceiling. The floor was a warm shiny wood. An open door showed a beautifully tiled bathroom with gold fixtures.
His hands went around my waist and he pressed his body against mine from behind. I closed my eyes and whimpered as my head fell back against his shoulder. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear. "You have no idea what this room is for, do you Angel?"
It was all I could do to shake my head.
"Do you remember when I told you that you should be afraid of me?" he asked.
"Mmm-hmm," I mumbled as his hands pulled my shirt from my jeans. God, his fingers were so warm as they brushed the skin he exposed. "I don't know why you'd say that. I'm not afraid."
His hands stopped. "You're not?"
I shook my head again and opened my eyes. I turned around to face him. "No. You're the most...the most beautiful thing I've ever felt. When you touch me...I don't want you to stop. I've thought about you every day, a lot, since I first saw you. All I've wanted since then is to see you again. To...to feel your arms around me again. I don't know why I want that, but I'm not afraid of you. I don't think I could be."
He brought a hand up to my face and slid it along my jaw. His thumb brushed my cheek. I couldn't help but close my eyes and lean into his touch.
"You see?" he said. "That right there is why you should be afraid of me. For that. How easily you surrender to me."
I opened my eyes and shook my head. "Why should that frighten me? Why should you? I want you to touch me. I want...something. Oh, God! I want...but I don't know what...or why.... All I know is that I ache inside without your touch, and it aches more when you do touch me. I don't know which is worse. I just know I don't want you to stop. "
He slipped his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. My eyes widened. My God, he was absolutely beautiful. There was no other word for it.
"Touch me," he commanded in a soft voice. "And tell me what you feel."
I lifted my hand and placed it on his well-muscled chest. I shuddered and closed my eyes. I couldn't speak as I lifted the other hand and did the same, and stepped in close to him. I know he said he wanted me to tell him what I felt, but I couldn't. There wasn't words for the feeling inside me.
"You can't, can you?" he said.
I shook my head.
"And you're not afraid?"
I shook my head again. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I kept looking at him as I dipped my head and kissed the flat spot between his chest muscles. He closed his eyes and groaned through gritted teeth. His hands went to my face and cupped it as he kissed me hard. His tongue slipped between my lips and I whimpered and tried to pull away. What was he doing?! He groaned again and held me tight to him. His hand tightened on my bottom I closed my eyes again and opened my mouth wider so that I could use my tongue to kiss him too. Another groan escaped him, and I felt the vibration in my mouth. Fire tingled through me again, aching deep in my belly. He pulled his mouth away from mine.
"Are you afraid now?"
"I...I don't know what that was, but...." I shook my head. "But it didn't hurt. You won't hurt me."
He cupped my cheek again. "No, Angel. I won't hurt you. I'm going to tell you a word, and if you get scared or something hurts, you say the word and I won't touch you again."
"I don't understand. I don't want to know a word that stops you touching me!"
"Maybe not right now, but you might later. Just in case. I don't want to hurt or frighten you. Promise me you'll use it if you need to."
"OK."
He leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
"Cease?" I asked when he pulled away. "Why would you want me to say that?"
His eyes widened. "You speak Angelic?"
I nodded.
"Can you read and write it as well?" he asked.
I nodded again.
He smiled. "I think
His hands went around my waist and he pressed his body against mine from behind. I closed my eyes and whimpered as my head fell back against his shoulder. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear. "You have no idea what this room is for, do you Angel?"
It was all I could do to shake my head.
"Do you remember when I told you that you should be afraid of me?" he asked.
"Mmm-hmm," I mumbled as his hands pulled my shirt from my jeans. God, his fingers were so warm as they brushed the skin he exposed. "I don't know why you'd say that. I'm not afraid."
His hands stopped. "You're not?"
I shook my head again and opened my eyes. I turned around to face him. "No. You're the most...the most beautiful thing I've ever felt. When you touch me...I don't want you to stop. I've thought about you every day, a lot, since I first saw you. All I've wanted since then is to see you again. To...to feel your arms around me again. I don't know why I want that, but I'm not afraid of you. I don't think I could be."
He brought a hand up to my face and slid it along my jaw. His thumb brushed my cheek. I couldn't help but close my eyes and lean into his touch.
"You see?" he said. "That right there is why you should be afraid of me. For that. How easily you surrender to me."
I opened my eyes and shook my head. "Why should that frighten me? Why should you? I want you to touch me. I want...something. Oh, God! I want...but I don't know what...or why.... All I know is that I ache inside without your touch, and it aches more when you do touch me. I don't know which is worse. I just know I don't want you to stop. "
He slipped his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. My eyes widened. My God, he was absolutely beautiful. There was no other word for it.
"Touch me," he commanded in a soft voice. "And tell me what you feel."
I lifted my hand and placed it on his well-muscled chest. I shuddered and closed my eyes. I couldn't speak as I lifted the other hand and did the same, and stepped in close to him. I know he said he wanted me to tell him what I felt, but I couldn't. There wasn't words for the feeling inside me.
"You can't, can you?" he said.
I shook my head.
"And you're not afraid?"
I shook my head again. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I kept looking at him as I dipped my head and kissed the flat spot between his chest muscles. He closed his eyes and groaned through gritted teeth. His hands went to my face and cupped it as he kissed me hard. His tongue slipped between my lips and I whimpered and tried to pull away. What was he doing?! He groaned again and held me tight to him. His hand tightened on my bottom I closed my eyes again and opened my mouth wider so that I could use my tongue to kiss him too. Another groan escaped him, and I felt the vibration in my mouth. Fire tingled through me again, aching deep in my belly. He pulled his mouth away from mine.
"Are you afraid now?"
"I...I don't know what that was, but...." I shook my head. "But it didn't hurt. You won't hurt me."
He cupped my cheek again. "No, Angel. I won't hurt you. I'm going to tell you a word, and if you get scared or something hurts, you say the word and I won't touch you again."
"I don't understand. I don't want to know a word that stops you touching me!"
"Maybe not right now, but you might later. Just in case. I don't want to hurt or frighten you. Promise me you'll use it if you need to."
"OK."
He leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
"Cease?" I asked when he pulled away. "Why would you want me to say that?"
His eyes widened. "You speak Angelic?"
I nodded.
"Can you read and write it as well?" he asked.
I nodded again.
He smiled. "I think
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