Daddy's Little Angel novel Chapter 25

Lava...hot boiling liquid was what passed through my veins in place of blood. As the screw that's meant to keep my heart and brain in place, seemed to have melted away...

Words are not yet created that describes well enough what I feel for this man overing above me.

I couldn't keep pace with how fast my heart was beating. My breathing was slow, but my heart went haywire.

I couldn't think of anything other than the feeling of his hands and lips on me, as every bit of lava like blood seem to pump from my heart and head straight for my core.

If this is what being burnt felt like, I am willing to burn for a thousand years..

His kisses where a mixture of heaven and hell. Heaven, as it brings a sense of bliss, taken me to that peak one would think unreachable by just a kiss. As his lips trail a line of wet kisses on my bare shoulder. Leaving series of tingles in its wake. Making me gasp in anticipation as he continues through to the valley between my cleavage.

And yet his kisses were Hell, as they were ferocious, consuming and punishing all at once. As I tried to remind myself to breath, He held my hands hostage over my head with one hand, while he griped one of my breast firm enough for me to feel the pressure, but not to the point where it's a turnoff with the other. While his mouth busied itself with my other breast. It wasn't a tender suck, nibble or flick to my nipple. It was an art of a starved man devouring his favourite meal. I felt his teeth nibble lightly on my nipple causing me to involuntarily ache my back towards his mouth as my legs found home around his waist trying to pull him closer than humanly possible.

I embraced the torture that came with the pleasure. I would have it no other way.

I whimpered as he stops his ministrations. Feeling the chill of the night creep Into my marrow at the loss of contact.

"Angel...." I heard him whisper my name as he lifted his head to look into my eyes with his hooded ones, filled with much intensity, making me close my eyes.

"Hmm?.." I mumbled

"Open your eyes darling...I want to see those beautiful blues of yours." He coerced

I shook my head from side to side vigorously. Not wiling to do as told. Becoming shy all of a sudden, which happens only with him. Only him...

I gasped as I felt him kiss my eye lids, subtly massaging.

"Open your eyes Angel..." He whispered into my ear as he nibbed my earlobe with his teeth, causing me to yelp in surprise and my eyes to open on their own accord.

"Now that's better, don't you think?." He asked with a satisfied smile that made his eyes glitter. He has this emerald eyes with traces of green that aren't visible till you come close. I found them breathtaking. Just like the man that owns them.

"I want to hear them. Those sounds you're so desperately trying to hide from me. I want to hear you moan my name Angel. Can you do that for me?" He asked, his eyes turning a shade darker than usual as he said those words.

I couldn't find my voice. My body was aching for him. I needed him to talk less and act more. I couldn't let myself the pleasure of moaning his name or moaning in general. No matter how strong the urge is. It's a way of punishing myself somehow.

But just like every time I reach the peak, I get pulled down with great force that has me hitting the ground with heart aching bang..

Only this time, it's not my dad that stopped his ministrations.. Rather, my alarm was the antagonist to my happy ending.

I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm. I was frustrated and yet grateful that it did wake me up.

This isn't the first time I had this kind of dream, and I have come to a conclusion that this wouldn't be the last time either. I was a mess. A wet mess. I told dad that I came here to get the best education. But in all honesty, I wanted to run away from him, from this feeling that creeps up on me at crucial moments. When it started, I don't know. But I found out about it the day I saw dad hugging Nora at the office after ditching me.

I felt an ache in my chest followed by a painful lump in my throat and bitter taste on my tongue. I was shaking with rage and I didn't know why.

I wanted more from a man that had given his all. I was so aware of him. The things he unconsciously does to me. I tried to ignore my rabid feelings. But as time went by, it became difficult.

Knowing your feelings aren't one sided should make anyone happy, but how could I?knowing He loves me the way he says he does hurts. I can't be with him either way. Down the drain goes our happy ending...

Getting up and heading to the bathroom to wash and get ready for my morning class, I couldn't help but wonder, what my dad was doing at this moment. Does he think of me? Or has he moved on? I really don't wanna know but the heart wants what it wants .