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She's standing there in the doorway, all pale skin and dark lips. I look her over, take in every last curve. Can't help but imagine what she must feel like, what she must taste like. And if we were in my house, I would be doing that and so much more.

We aren't in my house, though. We're in hers.

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And on her turf, the innocence is lost. Her charm turns coy, her motions deliberate. Soft and sharp all at once, making my fingers curl in the bed sheets. This is torture. Watching such perfection move, slowly, daintily, and being unable to touch. Unable to feel, to grip, to bruise.

There's no music, but I swear that she could be dancing. Her lips quirk up into a smile. Small hands trace lines across her torso, rest on the curve of her own hips. Dip down further, further, only to flutter right back up.

Watching her is like being trapped in a dream. I want to fall asleep and never wake up. The illusion shatters when she reaches me; there's a razor blade hidden in those angel wings and she's ready to make me bleed. Legs settle on either side of me as she presses close. Her body is warm against my own. Soft and supple. I rest my hands on the small of her back and she digs her nails into my shoulders.

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My angel is dark and dangerous. She's in control and there is no chance of me getting it back. Which is fine, because I don't want it back. I give her the reins, let her lead me along, guiding me, showing me.

"Beautiful," I tell her, my lips fluttering over the side of her neck.

"I know," she answers, pushing against my shoulders until I lean back against the mattress. Her eyes gleam with mischief. When she leans back down, I can smell whiskey on her breath. "I'm gorgeous."

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Dark hair tickles at my face. It's a sharp contrast to the nails raking lines over my ribs, my arms, slender fingers wrapping around my wrists and holding them tight.

"You should tell me that more often," she says, a hint of laughter creeping into her words. "I like to hear it."

So I tell her that again, over and over. My lips press against anything they can reach. The words catch in my throat, ghost across her skin. How beautiful she is. How amazing.

And the angel, she laughs at me. Her visage cracks. The sweetness fades away. It's a different girl over me now, with teeth digging into my flesh, leaving me speechless.

"Beautiful," I tell her again, one last time. "Beautiful."

Written by: paintedzipper

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