A pair of eyes stared down at him
Pupils dark ruby red and black along the edges.
Protected by a hood of fluttering silky, long curved eyelashes.
Long slender fingers stroke his cheek. The soft skin, so perfect, traces his rough face along the edges of his small tan brown beard.
Full and plump cherry lips, a delicate cupid's bow shape curved up in a smirk. So perfect, untouched, untainted but the words, oh hell, the words that came from the beautiful mouth, so devilish, so cruel, loved every second he did.
A sweet intoxicating voice lulls him, whispering devil temptations. Poisonous and deadly, like a snake, wrapping its body around his neck, faintly, almost unseen, killing him. Suffocating.
Shit... he was addicted. A sweet smell. Vanilla? A hint of roses and a tad bit of smoke. Fresh smoke, a lovely addicting smell. Nicotine?
He tangled his rough fingers in her pure white hair. Soft, long and wavy. The ends were curled and slightly damp from a shower not long ago.
Fckin hell, a real Devil sent from Hell.
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Sent From Hell (CoD MW2)
ActionCREDITS TO OWNER: CHARACTERS (other than main character) DO NOT BELONG TO ME Game: Call Of Duty; Modern Warfare 2 Isabella Garcia, a new female Mexican recruit on TF141. (I'm not Mexican so pardon any mistakes I make)
