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christian 🚩

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It's impossible to keep my hands to myself. Work was just the beginning. The burning need to show her what I'm capable of. The thought of her sitting on her knees, staring up at me in need.

She called me desperate once.

I'll show her how desperate I am.

She leans back, eyes wide. "You want me to worship you?"

Being around her is enough to make any man lose his man... but I am not just any man.

"There are a lot of things I want," I watch her through a dark and lustful stare. "Unholy things."

"Like what?" She tilts her head.

My subconscious takes me back to the bar, how I felt her body fight against itself and melt into me like God had molded her from my skin. Cutting off the angel and devil on her shoulders.

The courage she masks on her face strikes me, twists the knife in my chest, and drains any sane thoughts I once had.

"You honestly want to know?" I let my hand drift to her neck, the metal rings on my fingers grazing along her skin. "To know what I've been fantasizing since I've laid eyes on you?"

She nods, permitting me to separate her sanity from the part that craves this.

Every good thing in this world has its evil counterpart, and Alexandria has just come face to face with hers.

"You ever wonder why I call you little angel?" I hum, taking enough steps until we've reached the island counter. "When I look at my life and look at you, I see the differences. How much you worship and devote yourself to a man you can't even see..." I let one hand go to the back of her head and grip her hair at the base. "...and it drives me to insanity because I'm right here."

I pull her head back, her chest rising and falling heavily as she manages to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter shut as she parts her lips, hands gripping onto my arm for balance.

"The moment your soul burns for me is when I become your god, little angel."

Alexandria struggles to breathe. "That's blasphemous."

"I am a blasphemous man."

Her voice, barely above a whisper, calls out to me. "Chris..."

She's right here, close enough to taste her, and I can feel the tension winding tighter.

I don't ask for permission. I don't wait for the right moment.

My lips melt into hers, fast and urgent. The kind of kiss that makes your chest heavy and your head spin. The kind that burns through every ounce of control you think you have.

Greedy pride floods through me as I bring her body closer to mine. A surge of something darker coils in my chest. It's filthy and it's mine.

There is a sharp and consuming hunger that wants to devour every part of her until there is no line between where she ends and I begin.

I reach for the bottom of her thighs and carry her to the couch. Not once do I break our kiss when I set her down and spread her legs.

"Chris-"

I grip her thighs and spread them farther. "Do not run from me, angel."

"Or what?" Her tone is almost demanding, though a layer of shyness creeps in.

"Or I will take you over my knee and show you how blasphemous I can be." I kneel between her legs, my fingers digging into her like she can cleanse all the sins I've made in my life.