Daddy's Little Angel novel Chapter 34

It hurts seeing her like that...

I would rather her on her feet, head held high than on her knees, in such a vulnerable state drowning in her own tears, begging for what was already hers.

All of me has been hers from the very start. I am hers...

I thought I was over this feelings, I've been fine for so long and things were going great with Nora. Till her unannounced visit.

Who was I kidding? From the first day she arrived and kissed me, my whole world shifted balance. I lost sight of all other things asides her.

What I share with Nora is but tiny sparks compared to the electric waves that Surges between us.

We don't even need skin contact, her presence in the same living space as me got me restless.

I knew she wasn't drunk that night, I just used it as an excuse to come to her room. I just wanted to breath her scent in, to see her face clearly in the daytime without having her hide in the embrace of the dark.

But then my brain says one thing, and my body does another. It's like a magnetic pull. I don't even register doing it till it's late.

Damn that little temptress and her sly ways, I almost had her right there in her room with my fiancée down the stairs.

She as grown...All that curve, with thick blond waves flowing endlessly down till her mid thigh, it's no surprise she found it difficult to keep it tied in a bun. She had even grown a few inches taller, but one thing she never out grew was her habit of being so comfortable wearing so little around the house. I think she does it on purpose. God, you have to see those things she calls clothes which she puts on, with a body like that?

But even those were a mirage compered to the real thing, having her naked under me, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted whispering my name as body aches forward desperately needing to stay closer to mine, nails digging into my back greedily as our body move in such perfect canal rhythm to a forbidden tune...

"Just this once" I told my self on that very night. I kept telling myself that what happened was a one time thing to get this off my system, but with the way she dresses and moves, so help me or I'll loose my mind and control.

After that incident I avoided her like a plague. Nora dropped by the following morning and Angel decided to make an appearance finally revealing the fact that she was back from college.

She gave Nora the warmest of reception, one wouldn't believe she had even for one day had an ounce of spite towards the other woman.

For the first time, I saw how much she had matured not just on the outside but the inside. She never once after that night brought the topic up, she kept to her promise and never did anything out of line, didn't even give me those lustful looks I had grown accustomed to. She never once showed how hurt she felt even after hearing Nora's loud moans from nights of lovemaking, if I can even call it that.

Though she sometimes makes comments about it in teasing ways that makes Nora turn red in that shade of pink I once found endearing.

It seem like Angel changed overnight, and gone was that image of a five year old child I had in my mind, that brooding teenager or that girl that was an open book, that needed my protection...in her place is a woman that is unreadable,who is now sophisticated and is no longer in need of a fathers protection.

Why did I let what happened between us happen ?

Why can't I stop seeing her under me, sprawled on my sheet, every time I close my eyes?

Why is she so calm even after I and Nora's engagement ? Doesn't she love me anymore? Did she ever truly love me like I love her? Or was this a phase? Some curiosity that had gotten satisfied and now forgotten?

Why don't I feel remorseful? Feel bad? I did get intimate with my own child.

All this why's have been going on in my mind for the past few days now it's driving me insane.

And what's keeping me on edge the most is the fact that I barely have enough time to figure things out and put things in oder.

Angel would be leaving this weekend...that's three days from now.

And if I'm being honest, I don't want her to. The craving to have her under me again, in my arms embrace, hearing her soft moans, body tangled in sheet to a point were it's difficult to tell were one person ends and the other starts is stronger than me.

I guess " just this once" was another lie I had told my self yet again, and maybe seeing her on her knees looking up at me with lost field eyes asking me to consume her isn't so bad after all...