Zuriel

I place her hands over her head. My gaze is on her. 

I lost my mind when she suggested she had been with other men. I am angry at her, and my body is shaking. 

I glare at her, and she holds my gaze. This proximity is dangerous. I can't be this close to her, but I can't move away either. I feel like a moth drawn to a flame. My eyes fall on her soft lips. I hate that men had her. They tasted her! 

" Your eyes... They are beautiful," She breathes. I didn't expect her to say that. She is drawn into my eyes. Her chest...