His Hidden Child

Chapter Two

Angelica

The guy was now in front of me, grinning down at me like he just won something. His hair was damp, curling as it was drying, his dark eyes stared into mine and his muscled arm reached up and his cold fingers stroked my cheek - my damp cheeks from crying. His smile dropped as he continued to wipe my cheeks until they were dry from his touch. He gave me a small smile, a smile that made my heart tug and my belly flip-flop. I swallowed as he spoke. "Why were you crying?" He asked, his slight British accent made my knees weak.

Embarrassed I looked down at my feet. "My sister and I had a fight so I came here to get away." After a moment of silence, I looked up at him and he regarded me with sympathy yet offered me a comforting smile.

"Let's sit down," he said as he dragged me to the grassy ground beneath us, placing me in his lap. He wrapped his arms around me as a cold wind picked up. "Tell me about yourself, mate. I want to get to know you." His hot breath tickled the back of my neck and I giggled. And so I told him everything.

"My name is Angelica Maya Sky, I'm eighteen years old, my birthday is six months from now, I like the colour purple but not as much as I like the colour silver, the rest of the colours are mutual, I like playing sports even though I'm bad at some games, I like vanilla milkshakes and donuts but I like apple pie the most. If I could go anywhere in the world, I would go to Spain. I love it there. And I don't really have any specific hobbies, but I can play the violin and I sing occasionally-"

I was interrupted by a pair of soft lips crushing mine, a tongue invading my mouth, stroking my tongue intimately. My hormones flared and I moaned under his mouth and so did he. "Let me make love to you," he whispered roughly. "My mate, my beautiful mate - let me make you mine forever."

I knew what I was going to do, I knew what we both wanted and I was going to let him. But I wanted to know one thing first. "Please, tell me your name, my mate," I whispered as I stroked his now bare chest.

"Gabriel. Gabriel Black."

I then let him kiss me, touch me, strip me. I let him take me on the grassy field under the moon and stars, I let him take my virginity. He was my mate. What could go wrong?