House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Kalbreal pushed, “What is it?”

His skin was smooth but rock solid. She could feel his strength, her mind dazed, losing her grips on reality. She felt the heat from his arms, he was addictive. She felt herself feeling things she shouldn’t. She wanted to stop touching him but couldn’t let go. She was losing her mind, what was happening.

She felt a sudden shock in her brain and blue eyes showed themselves in a flash. It was like she'd been awakened from a slumber. A heat, that which was provocative, cooled by something more enticing to her own. It was him, she knew it, he must’ve been watching her. Clare closed her eyes, hoping to glimpse at it again, those blue eyes, ‘William’.

Kalbreal pushed her away from him, bawled by whatever it is he had witnessed, “Unrequited love, how unfortunate, luckily I can take the choice away.” She slapped him, and his body started to glow lightly.

Kalbreal had pushed the line, he had messed with her feelings again, messed with her mind. Let him kill her if he wanted, she didn’t care, especially if he thought he could just do with her as he pleased.

Clare turned away, hurt by his actions. Considering she actually had feelings for him, genuinely, maybe not romance but she felt for him as a close friend. She hated him for wanting to force something that wasn't there, take her choices away, to suit himself. Crying, she walked into the house.

Clare’s breathing speeded up as he stood there in front of her face to face. Appearing before her like a prince blown there by a breeze. His hair falling into his eyes, he was dangerous, a true Angel. All the muscle and charm any woman could dream of, but not her. No matter how breathtaking he was, she was not going to jump into his arms.

she took a step back, resisting the urge. “Clare, my intention is not to cause you pain, but you make it hard not to. You are naïve to think for a second, that William would fall for a helpless girl. He cannot love you

you’ve barely even met him. He refused to have any contact with you, yet his vision

ran past him, knocking him hard, but getting hurt in the process. She ran up the stairs taking two at a

at him, teary-eyed, but remained cuddled up on the bed. He moved closer

his eyes glowing with the traits of a hunting panther. He stalked her. With a heavy rhythm heart, Clare got up quickly, not removing her eyes from this man. Her body entranced, her mind unable to absorb anything else besides

lips slightly parted, his confidence unwilled, intimidating her. He lifted her hand to his nose and inhaled deeply, staring into her eyes. Clare’s stomach knotted, her body ached for his touch. His body drew closer

mouth parted as she felt his eyes burning into the depths of her soul. Their lips barely touching, she moaned as sparks electrocuted her with ecstasy and passion. He bit onto her bottom lip, pulling it in the most

anticipation, she dared and opened her eyes,

her, in that brief second as the air flushed out of her mouth, rushed and hard. Deeper, giving her his tongue, he gripped her jaw tighter. Her legs trembled with need, urgency. The kiss increasing. A possessiveness like no other, marking her, biting at her lips, sucking on her tongue. Losing themselves in

in. His muscular body flushed against her as she pushed forward, closer to him, cutting even the

her flat on her back. Her chest heavy with escaping breaths. The room like a furnace, or maybe