House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1) novel Chapter 37

“ANGEL-BOY,” he said in disbelief, “You couldn’t think of anything better, hero, knight, prince, just ANGEL-BOY.”

Was he actually attempting to have a normal conversation with her, while she wore a towel, with NOTHING underneath? Sizing his body with an appreciative gaze, she halted on his neck.

There was energy in the room coming off Kalbreal that wasn’t there a moment ago. It was highly alluring as it drew her in, yet resisted at the same time. An aphrodisiac- teasing you, compelling you, but never giving you a taste of its drug, never giving you the full pleasure of its addiction.

His muscular torso flexed, as he walked toward her. Kalbreal was lined, ripped, bulkier than she’d ever thought she would like. Yet- Neither had she considered a possibility of standing with only a towel, in a room with a man, or Angel built like a man, with his ribcage hidden away behind corsets of muscle.

His stature was lean, with an extensive eight pack, broadened shoulders to match a tall powerful frame. She stood and stared longer than she knew could be legal. Her eyes sketching on his imprinted tattoos. The few on his chest resembling a signature of something, surrounded by circles. There was one which caught her eye, it was the only one which was black, with an orange slash crossing through it. He was an Angel.

an Angel,

She repeated the words in her mind, in hopes they might absorb into her emotions. She walked a step closer, her face fixated on the mark marring his flesh above his heart.

Was it all orange or was it red? She couldn’t make out, but for the small bits of black.

He turned toward the left, grabbing a t-shirt from the floor, only a few feet away from her, which gave her a side view.

She admired the black tattoo on his arm, it was symbolic, like fire wrapped in a pair of wings, but the wings bled by a red vine of roses, as the thorns pierced through causing the blood to drip.

He noticed her examining his body and interrupted her, “So are you just going to stand there and stare at me? Or are you going to take out your towel?”