Moonlight Angel

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Damien watched her, her ivory skin glowing under the moonlight. The bed clothes were a rich royal blue that made her cream colored body stand out against them. Her hair shone like a golden river and her eyes shimmered like aquamarines. She was naked, cloaked only in the light from the moon. Her breasts moved with every breath she took, her nipples hardened to Escort Göztepe pink rosebuds. Her stomach, not as flat as it had been a few months ago, was beginning to show the evidence of his heir growing within her. Only two short months ago she had been a prisoner of the celestial war and he, the prince of Hell. He’d found her Caddebostan escort in the harem and had been drawn to her. An angel in the depths of the fiery plain he used to call home. Things were different now. Damien crawled over her, smiling at her longing gaze. “Have I been neglecting you?” he asked, nuzzling Bağdat Caddesi escort bayan against her jaw. She purred, lips twisting upwards in amusement. “Only enough that I can complain about it.” She teased him. He nipped at her shoulder. “Brat…” he muttered, dipping his hips so that his still clothed erection brushed against her skin. She bucked, craving the friction against her sensitive flesh. “Damien!” She hissed, her eyes darkening. He chuckled, repeating the action. “Evangeline, so desperate for me…” Again, “I bet I could get you off just from this.” Evangeline whimpered, squirming underneath him. “Want you…” she murmured. “You’ve got me.” He promised her.

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