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Diavolo Ch 08

Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

tongue when she turned. He was in the process of stepping out of his pants. He wore nothing else underneath. Her jaw dropped, her eyes gaped, her face grew hot as well as every other part of her. Sweet-baby-Jesus, the man had the body of a pagan god, mile long legs, exquisitely muscled, and dusted in a layer of fine dark hair that matched the treasure trail leading from halfway down his tight belly to the nest surrounding his half erect cock…his half erect monstrous cock. Good-lord, it was another limb practically. As she stared at it, it grew longer and thicker. “This is going to get really embarrassing if you keep looking at me like that, baby.” She wrenched her eyes from his groin to his face, and then closed her mouth to keep from making the famous fish-face that turned him on so much. Why? She had no idea. “You’re naked,” she blurted. “Well, I am about to shower.” “You could’ve worn underwear at least,” she continued to protest, doing her best to keep her eyes on his face. It didn’t matter though. Her eyes were focused on his face, but she could still see that serpentine beast pressed against his abs. It was like another person in the room. He wrinkled his nose. “Well, how the hell am I supposed to wash my jewels wearing underwear? Come on, Abs. We’re both adults here. Seriously?” Her face felt like it was on fire, and why not? She’d just seen her first completely naked man…and he was…there were no words. “Baby, the shower’s running.” “Yes! Oh-my-god, yes! Sorry.” He ... chuckled darkly. “My little Poptart.” She stepped aside, wringing her fingers as he gripped his crutches and hobbled forward toward the chair. She watched him grimace a bit as he settled himself on the white plastic and handed her the cumbersome crutches. Once settled, he looked toward one of the shelves in the corner. She gripped the showerhead, handed it to him, and then retrieved a bar of soap and a washcloth. Her mouth literally watered as he lathered himself. Realizing she was staring inappropriately, she turned to gather a large towel and fold it neatly on the counter next to the sink. “First time you see a naked man?” She jumped at his voice. Leaning closer to the mirror to smooth her hair back, she replied, “Of course.” “Did you ever kiss Daniel?” Abigail turned with a frown. “Gabriel, those are private matters.” He frowned right back, but winced when he lifted his right arm to soap under it. “You can ask me anything, you know,” he said after a while. “Do you remember your mother?” He stiffened, a mere second, but kept right on lathering himself. “Vaguely, but yeah. I remember she liked to play the piano, and she had the voice of an angel.” Abigail sighed, wondering about the events that lead to the deaths of three people, leaving a toddler practically orphaned. “I remember pieces of that night when Brendan Brinks shot her.” Abigail stared at him aghast. “I think it was my birthday. Mother came into my room to tuck me in, but Brendan followed her. He was screaming at ...