Angel of Darkness (STOPPED TEMPORARILY)

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Angelina

I woke up to the sound of yelling downstairs and sat up, trying to shake the sleep from my eyes. As I stepped down the stairs, I saw Veronica shouting at Kai. My Kai! I couldn't even believe it.

"Hey hey!" I interjected, approaching them both. "What's going on here?" Veronica didn't acknowledge me directly and simply continued to speak at Kai. Her voice was sharp and angry. "You were supposed to marry me, not her."

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, which only seemed to add fuel to her fire. "What's so funny?" she snarled. Without missing a beat, I told her, "He chose me, not you."

Veronica looked like she wanted to hurt me, but was restrained by Kai who warned her against it. She didn't seem to take the hint, though, and her insults continued. "You know, Angelica, you're ugly anyways. He'll come back to me before long." My jaw clenched as I balled up my fists. "First of all," I began, "it's Angelina. Second of all, if I'm so ugly, why is he still here? Third of all, do you want me to drag you out of here by your blonde hair, because I can definitely arrange that."

Kai wrapped his arms around me, trying to calm both of us down. He warned Veronica that she should leave, even saying I could drag her out if she wasn't careful. As she stormed out, I walked away, feeling defeated.

I poured myself a glass of water and told Kai, "Maybe you should just marry her. She's a lot prettier and her boobs are way bigger than mine." I sighed out loud.

Kai wouldn't stand for it. The fire in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He came over to me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, Angelina," he said, "and I don't need anyone else. I have everything I need right here with you."

Before I could even respond, he lifted me onto the kitchen counter, pressing himself hard against me. Each kiss he planted on my lips grew more passionate, and I felt his cock straining against his jeans.

He tugged my shirt and bra off roughly, exposing me completely. He took my nipple into his mouth and began to suck and bite down hard. The pain mingled with the pleasure and, helplessly, I arched my back and dug my fingers into his skin.

Moving down my body, he kissed his way to my panties, ripping them off me and taking in the sight. His tongue darted around, flicking my clit just so, making me moan louder and louder until he was shuddering with his own pleasure.

He knew exactly what to do to push me to the edge. I gripped at his hair as he rubbed my clit expertly, sending me into an orgasm so intense I felt like I was flying for a moment.

Pulling away from my core, he dragged his hard cock against me until I was screaming out his name, begging him to take me. He pushed into me with no mercy, holding me to the counter as he fucked me with abandon.

Finally, he spun me around and bent me over, pounding into me from behind. His grip on my hair was so tight it was almost painful, but the pain only seemed to heighten the pleasure as he worked himself deeper and harder.

With a final, triumphant moan, he pulled free from me and came hard all over my back. As we lay spent and panting on the floor, he whispered in my ear, "I love you, Angelina. I don't need anyone else but you." The fear and insecurity I had felt before had been washed clean with the depth of our connection.

Kai got up and walked over to the kitchen sink, dampening a cloth to wipe the cum from my back. As he cleaned me, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Kai sensed my discomfort and began to laugh, teasing me about how weak I had become after such an intense orgasm.

I stood up from the counter, feeling a bit shaky on my feet. And then, before I even knew what was happening, I collapsed onto the floor in a heap. "Angelina!" Kai called out in concern, but he was also laughing at my clumsiness. I glared up at him, feeling embarrassed and annoyed all at once.

"Don't laugh at me," I said, pouting. "I'm just a little weak-kneed from our crazy sex session." Kai reached down to help me up, still laughing. "I'm sorry, Angelina," he said, trying to stifle his laughter. "You're just so cute when you get all flustered and angry."

I rolled my eyes at him, but I couldn't help but smile. Despite the drama with Veronica, Kai and I had a connection that couldn't be broken. We were each other's everything, and nothing else could ever come between us.
(...)
I woke up the next morning with a dull ache all over my body, a reminder of the passionate night Kai and I had shared. I groaned and shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, but every movement seemed to bring a twinge of soreness.

Kai stirred beside me, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he opened his eyes. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, his voice husky and filled with satisfaction.

"Morning," I replied, trying to suppress a wince as I moved my arm. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck."

Kai chuckled and pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. "Guilty as charged," he said, his grin growing wider.

I playfully slapped his chest. "Well, it's your fault," I teased, trying to hide the blush that crept up my cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh really? I seem to recall you enjoying yourself quite a bit," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the grin that tugged at my lips. "Maybe I did," I mumbled, feeling my face heat up even more.

Kai laughed and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead. "I told you, Angelina, I know exactly how to make you feel good," he said, his tone playful and smug.

I buried my face in his chest, feeling a mix of embarrassment and affection. "You're insufferable," I muttered, my voice muffled against his skin.

He chuckled and held me closer. "But you love me," he said, his words causing my heart to flutter.

I couldn't deny it. Despite his teasing and sometimes infuriating ways, I did love him. He made me feel alive, cherished, and desired in a way I had never experienced before. And even though my body was sore from our little adventure, I couldn't help but crave more of his touch, more of his love.

"Fine, maybe I do," I admitted, lifting my head to meet his gaze.

He grinned and leaned in to kiss me, his lips soft and gentle against mine. "Good," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

As we lay there, tangled in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and passion we shared. Kai had a way of making me feel like the most important person in the world, and I knew that no matter how sore I felt, every moment with him was worth it. With him, I felt alive, loved, and cherished, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.