My Angel

Lexie pull's the brush once more through her hair and sets it down on the desk. Staring in the mirror at herself she softy bites her lip full and soft the colour of coral, her big brown eyes stare back at her, set in a face of creamy skin. She looks away and scoffs at herself, how can she be beautiful when she feels unloved.

she rises from the chair turning from the reflection of who she once was, and pads slowly into the lounge, her footsteps tapping lightly across the bare wooden floor, she walks over to the patio doors and throws them wide open, letting the scent of the day into the room, the breeze kissing her neck as she then walks to the soft fur rug thats sits just within the sunlights reach, it feels so soft against her bare legs, like a lovers caress.

This was why she had moved to the cabin, to be alone, for the freedom to do as she pleases, with no neighbours around for miles, she closes her eyes for a moment and allows the breeze from the world outside, brush over her naked skin, the nets hanging loosely billow softly, like stretching arm's calling her into the outside world. A chill brushes across her, causing goose pimples to rise and her nipples to harden, she loves this spot, the sun hitting it just enough to warm her through.

She lies down stretching out on the rug like a lazy cat and the fur brushes her body, the warmth of the sun radiating across her skin, she knows tonight he will come, can feel it in her soul, every nerve ending pulsing as if on fire, crying out for his touch. He may not love her, but he wanted her. She places a hand between her legs and let's it linger, as her eyelids slowly begin to close and sleep consumes her.

It's dark outside as Lexie slowly opens her eyes, she can hear the fluttering of wings on the breeze, she closes her eyes again and her breath catches, soft but firm steps echo towards her open doors as an owl hoots outside, it's turned cold, and then she feels it, his warm breath against her cheek and then the touch of his hand as it glides slowly over her thigh, gliding up to rest on her stomach, each finger brushing slowly over her scars, she shivers, and his hand stills, she can feel his heart beat radiating deep into her very soul, this was the deal, he would come until she was healed inside, each time mends another scar, but not her broken heart.

She feels his lips brush against her neck, warm and soft as he kisses slowly, flicking his tongue gently as his lips travel along her jawline, his hand begins again to slowly move up and then gently cupping her breast, she moans deep in the back of her throat, as desire builds, she yearns for him, aches for him to be inside her, as he moves, she can hear the tips of his wings, draping across the floor and then against her thighs. He moves over her, slowly guiding her legs apart, she does not dare open her eyes, for fear she is still dreaming.

his hot breath kisses her breast as he slowly enters her, she is so wet inside, she opens herself to him, and then he kisses her lips and she gasps, he has never kissed her lip's before, a tingling sensation radiates down through her lips into her very centre as he slowly thrust's inside her and begins moving, gentle, loving, he kisses her neck again, because he knows everything she loves and nibbles her gently, all the while building a rythum they both move to.

She reaches up and brushes her hands across his chest, then caresses his shoulders, feeling his muscles tensing and relaxing with every thrust, he groans, like a lions rumble as they continue to build, faster and faster until she feels that familiar feeling inside, like a bird breaking free from captivity, she remembers the way his blue eyes first turned black, and her insides erupt into pure pleasure and they both cry out into the night, his rythum slows and the air cools their hot skin.

 Then she feels him move away again, and the emptiness begins to crawl back inside. She hears footsteps as he begins to walk away, Lexie opens her eyes and turns in his direction rolling onto her side she must look at him, her beautiful angel, with the black eyes, he had saved her life, her soul, a tear slips silently from her eye and she whispers 'I Love you' as he steps into the moonlight, he turns showing his full naked glory, skin sparkling like the stars in the night sky, his wings spread out behind him, as jet black hair falls gently over his face, and the breeze catches it, casting tendrlls across one eye. 'I Know' he whispers back and then with a sweep of his wings, he is gone.