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WARNING: content is hard core. Mild, but still hard core.

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CHAP 11.

And suddenly we were already on her bed, with Nora lying down under me. I could hear her ragged breathing from what happened earlier, uneven, sexy, hot…

I gazed at her wholly, taking in the view in front of me: her delicious curves, her pouty, parted mouth, and her long, hot legs. Her hair was spread wild and messy over the white covered pillows, like fire.

"Patch," she moaned, obviously frustrated that I stopped.

"Patience, Angel."

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me down so I was already directly on top of her, hips grinding. The gesture earned her a loud, sexy moan from my throat.

"The things you do to me, Nora," I moaned as she bucked her hips again. "You have no idea," my voice came out in a husky low sound.

She linked her arms around my neck, crashing her lips on mine, hot and urgent.

I slid my hands under her dress, letting it wander all over her body, before fully taking it off.

I marveled at her now exposed skin, going pale under the moonlight. My lips moved to her jaw line, trailing my tongue lightly over her salty sweet skin, down to her collarbone. But before I reached it, I planted another hickey on her neck. She gasped.

"You're mine," I firmly said. I moved down and took her right hard peak in my mouth as I tweaked the other. She arched her back, moaning in response to my touch.

She is friggin' hot. And sexy. Beautiful. Wonderful. Magnificent. Words just weren't enough.

I did the same to the other peak, and then started lowering my head to her center, before I felt a tug on my hair.

Instinctively, I went back to kissing her lips, aware on the fact that she was shaking.

"Nervous?" I asked.

"No."

"Liar." I caressed her cheek before kissing her genuinely on her lips. "I know you're not ready for this, Nora. So we're not going all the way…"

She opened her mouth to protest, but I shushed her with my thumb. "But you'll still feel the pleasure, trust me. Just without the pain."

I kissed her passionately, delving my tongue inside her mouth. I untied the lace of her panties, making her hitch up a breath. I pulled it down and dropped it on the floor. I started rubbing my fingers on her inner thigh, up to the wet, heated outsides of her center. She moaned.

"Patch," She said in a husky, pleading voice. I ran my finger up and down her folds, but not letting it dig deep in her entrance yet. Her core got wetter, and hotter. I imagine it getting tighter, tighter around my shaft…

It took me all my will power not to thrust inside her there and then.

Her body started squirming under me, bucking her hips to capture my finger. "Patch!" she yelled, making me grin. "Patch, please…"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, still roaming my fingers on her entrance.

It took her a couple of ragged breathes before answering "Fuck me, Patch"

I frowned, but covered it quickly with a smile. I doubt she even saw it. "Wrong."

"Then—" she stopped to catch her breath. My fingers started rubbing faster on her inner thighs, clearly feeling the excitement of what I was about to do. I want to feel her around me. Right now. My finger slipped a little too deep inside her, but I pulled it away as quickly as it went in. Nora groaned out loud, her breathing went ragged and heavy. "Just do it, Patch!" she commanded.

Without a moment's hesitation, I slid my middle finger inside, burying it as deep as I could. Nora gasped, clutching and tugging my hair harder. I crashed my lips on hers, playing with her tongue. "You're so fucking tight," I complimented. I so wanna fuck her right now… feel her sensitive skin around my cock…

I pulled my whole finger out before thrusting it in again. She moaned loud, the sexiness of it gave me goose bumps.

After a few more thrusts, she finally managed to speak the word. That one word I was desperately looking forward to hear:

"More."

I gladly obeyed, letting my index finger join my middle. I thrust them inside, making Nora moan even louder at the sudden impact of my fingers inside her.

"Harder Patch! Ah! Faster!" I complied with ease. After a few seconds, I felt her skin clench tight around my fingers. I started withdrawing them. "Patch! No, no, no, please…" she begged, panting harder. I kissed her lightly on the lips before lowering my head to her core. I started licking her wetness, before delving my tongue inside her.

"Nnnggh…" I heard her moan, bucking her hips to meet my mouth and tugging on my hair. I swirled my tongue, hitting her clit. She gasped out loud, followed by short, ragged breaths. "Patch…"she groaned. "Patch, I'm gonna…"

"That's it, Angel. Cum for me."

And she did, spilling her cum right into my mouth. Damn, she tastes unbearably amazing. I cleaned her up, making sure not one drop was wasted. I made my way to lie down beside her. Nora was still panting, calming herself from her orgasm. After a few seconds, she turned to face me and kiss me on the lips."Thank you," she whispered. I sighed in contentment.

Slowly, I stood up from her bed and picked up her nightdress from the floor. I can't risk letting her stay naked for the night. Not now. Not when I'm almost out of control. I could still hear her moans ringing in my ears, her taste still lingering in my mouth…

I turned around and was about to go back to bed before I was stopped short. Nora stood inches from me, naked. Before I get any second thoughts, I quickly slid the dress over her to cover her glorious body from my undeserving eyes.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a dawdling, loving kiss. And then slowly, the kiss turned fervent, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

Can't get enough of me? I managed to speak into her mind.

She pulled away to catch her breath, and in a second, my shirt was on the floor. "Nora?" I said questioningly. She started unzipping my jeans, but I didn't stop her.

In a flash my jeans and boxers were on the floor.

I looked in her eyes, "Nor—"

But she pushed me to the wall—hard—stopping my sentence. I held on her nearby desk for support.

And then her warm hands were already wrapped on my erection. A gasp left my throat. "Nora…" my body was already warming up.

Her thumb started drawing circles over my tip. I crashed my lips on hers to cover my moan.

"Like that?" she asked seductively. Not waiting for my answer, she moved me to her desk, so I can hold on to it better.

She stroke the underside of my erection lightly, up and down, stopping by my tip to rub her thumb. I groaned.

I can't believe how easy she could do this to me, how she could easily drive me mad. Like my body just can't get a hold of itself; like my mind loses its rational thinking even with the simplest seduction. I've never felt this way before. Never with the girls I've been with all my life.

And then she started pumping on my shaft. My breathing went ragged and my knees got weak under me. If it weren't for the desk, I would've collapsed.

"Ah, Angel…" I moaned as she pumped faster. Damn, she's too good. I could already imagine myself inside her, feeling that ecstatic brain-wrecking, spine-tingling, heart-pounding sensation of being hers. Of Nora being mine, forever.

And then she stopped, and suddenly all I could hear was our loud panting.

"Nora," I begged, desperate to make her continue.

"What do you want me to do, Patch?" she asked, teasing my dick. Ah, it felt so good…

I took deep breaths. "You know what I want…"

To my horror, she stopped moving. "Nora," I pleaded. "Please…"

She bit down her lip to fight a smile. With hands still on my dick, she let her lips travel from my neck down to my chest, licking and kissing my skin on its way down to my groin.

She licked the underside of my whole length, ending on my tip to swirl her tongue on it.

"Nora! Angel…" I moaned under my breath. I was shivering from the pleasure, my fingers already clawing on her desk.

"You're so big," she said, before licking down my dick again. This time, she slipped it inside her mouth, sucking as much as she could.

"Ah, Nora! Geez, ah, shit don't stop—" I was moaning uncontrollably, it was almost embarrassing. I cupped the back of my neck with my hands and threw my head back. In seconds, I felt the warm pool of pleasure start to build up in my lower abdomen. My dick was already throbbing, and I knew I'm near. "Nora," I said warningly.

She moaned subtly, sucking harder. With that, I came, feeling the pleasure ooze out of me. I groaned.

I took deep, calming breaths, though the feeling of Nora cleaning off my cum didn't actually help.

She stood up, finally done after a few moments. I caressed her by the side of her neck, making her lean onto my palm. And then I kissed her lightly on the lips. I love you.

She smiled, wrapping her arms around me. It felt like heaven.

Nora pulled back after a minute, and slowly made her way back to the bed. I took my boxers from the floor and wore it again. Safety first.

I followed after her into the bed, pulling the covers over my waist. Nora cuddled up against my chest, wrapping her arm over my waist.

"I love you, you know that?" she whispered.

I grinned cockily. "Of course." I felt our body shake lightly from our soft laughter. I love you ,too, Nora. Keep that In mind. Even if you don't, I'm always here to remind you.

She hugged me tighter. I responded by planting a kiss over her head. "Good night, Angel."

"Good night."

Her breathing went slow and steady after a few minutes, indicating that she was already asleep. But it was after a few more minutes that my body grew tense, remembering what I just did.

Remembering who I am.

Moreover, what I am.

Shit. What was I thinking?

In a split second, I was already on my feet. Shocked by my own speed, I turned to look if I had woken up Nora. But her peaceful expression told me otherwise.

I dressed up quickly and searched for a piece of paper to write on. I tore a page from a notebook on her nightstand and scribbled my excuse.

I folded the paper in half and placed it over her alarm clock, where I know she would first look at when she wakes up.

I walked out of the house and into her porch. As I stood on my place, a familiar yet still freaky breeze rustled around me, making my hair stand on ends. The breeze used to feel like a safe haven for me, for every angel, infact, but in my current state, it felt something more like the eerie atmosphere of a haunted mansion's front yard. I tucked my hands inside my pockets, hoping for some comfort, but nothing came. I knew what was happening. I stepped forward until I reached the road, and turned to look at where the wind came from. Unsurprisingly, there he was, standing just a few yards away from where I stood.

Archangel Michael.

He stood in all his glory, even as his wings were kept and folded behind him. Light as bright as the sun radiated behind his white-robed figure, but it did nothing to darken the glowing face of the archangel.

"Jev," he spoke. His voice didn't sound angry. Nor did it sound happy. Of course he wasn't happy. It sounded more like, masked disappointment. "Jev, Jev, Jev," he said, moving forward a few steps.

"I'm right here," I said boldly. I suddenly felt like cutting my tongue. No need to get yourself in trouble, Patch, you already are.

I can tell he was annoyed, but he kept his expression light, even happy. It was a terrifying sight.

The light radiating from his body slowly faded until he reached the normal complexion.

"Good evening, Jev Cipriano."

I felt my composure fade away, slowly being replaced by fear. "Good evening, sir." I replied helplessly.

"Ah, my night isn't very good," he said, shaking his head. "You see, a mischievous angel messed up my good night's sleep. In fact, he always does. He keeps pushing the limits, keeps doing very inappropriate things," he emphasized the last three words, almost shouting them. "Do you know who that is, Patch?"

I gulped. "No, sir."

"Well, would you want to know?" His voice was dead calm now.

"No, sir."

He laughed a real laugh. It suddenly made me feel a little lighter. "Ah, Jev, the archangel gifted with humor! You were always there to keep us in high spirits, even in the worst times. We loved you back then, Jev. You never did anything that disappointed us, even Him." but his face turned dark, and then I knew we were remembering the same thing. "After doing that, you became nothing but a huge disappointment."

I cringed at the harshness of his words. But I knew he was right. About me. I bowed my head, unsure of what I should feel.

"Enough of the drama. Let's get back to my purpose of showing up." He sanded his hands together. "so tell me, were you with Nora Grey?"

My head shot back up. I felt my mouth twitch involuntarily, something that usually happens when I struggle to come up with a decent answer. I rubbed my jaw with my fingers to distract him. "Of course. I'm her Guardian," I was careful not to mock the last word.

"But it seems to me like you're taking that position for granted."

My jaw tightened. He might actually be right, but I'm not admitting that.

I summoned my courage inside, but my voice came soft and almost trembling. "Not in that way," I half lied.

He advanced on me, stopping only a few feet away. I struggled not to step back, to expose my fear. I clenched my fists instead.

He titled his head, and stared at me with such intensity it almost felt like branding me with a glowing iron. "Then in what way, Jev? Please, do tell me."

I felt my forehead go slick with cold sweat and my throat go dry. I gulped.

"You see?" he said, followed by a humorless laugh. He crossed arms over his chest. "It is only in that way, Jev. I know it, and you most certainly do, too. You lust for her. You crave for her, for pleasure, just as you did hundreds of years ago. It's what made you fall. It's the reason why 'gravity'—" he smirked at the word "—decided to pull you down. You were corrupted by humanity. You had no control over your mind, that's why you were easily captured by enticement, hundreds of years ago," he stopped, letting the words sink into my brain. "You were given a life lesson. You were supposed to learn from it." He said the words almost angrily. "But you didn't. You are submerged in Lust, and y—"

"I Love Her!" I blurted out, hoping it would lighten my shoulders, hoping it would ease the tension.

But the expression on the archangel's face was enough to tell me I was wrong.

Patch was watching me when I was finalizing this.

" I like this part…" he said, pointing to that certain part of the document.

I blushed, but made no response. Instead, I clicked on to the part he was pointing at and edited it, making it as hard core as it could get.

He moaned silently beside me, making me jizz. With a mischievous smile, he spoke.

"O-kay…" he drew in air through his teeth, innocently making sexy sounds. "I am officially, turned on."

END.