Looking For Trouble

Gulping nervously, Angela sat like a statue with her spine straight, eyelashes not fluttering. Eyes just staring at his suitcase. Her hands were limply resting in her lap as she looked sadly at her devil move across the room. He had already prepared everything. His suitcase was full and heavy, along with a toiletry bag with his razors, shaving gel and the cologne that she'd surely miss. Zayn huffed and ran his fingers through the thick strands on his head, tugging lightly and clenching his jaw when he saw how sad she was. He'd never leave this way.

"Baby angel," he whispered, "look at me."

Sobbing dryly, Angela managed to look up from the suitcase and to set her eyes on him. His shoulders weren't in a confident, straight line as always. They were lowered, as if he was sad.

"I don't want you to cry when I leave."

"I don't want to let you go," Angela breathed, reaching up to grab his wrist. Zayn's eyes widened and nostrils flared as he looked at her, trying to be mad, to push the sadness away.

"I fucking have to, Angela. You can't stop me."

And she knew that. That was the saddest part. Her heart was aching, she couldn't take it anymore.

"But I love you..." she whispered and looked down when he stiffened in front of her. A minute passed. Finally, Zayn cleared his throat and sat down on the huge bed, right next to her.

"I want to have you one last time. Just one last time. Then I'm gone. I don't know if we'll ever see each other again."

"Don't say that," she gasped.

"But it's true. What if I get killed?"

Bursting out in tears, Angela started sobbing hysterically and slamming her weak palms against his marble chest. He didn't move.

"How can you even say that?! Are you doing this to me on purpose? To hurt me more? Well, you're doing it great!" she screamed in agony and stopped hitting his chest, never receiving a comforting hug. A few words to calm her down. He had to leave, and if he was going to comfort her, he'd never be able to go.

"I need you tonight. Don't cry. This is my way of caring. I don't know how to love. I don't know what love is. I'm sorry."

"Just shut up," she hissed and smashed their lips together, hushing him for the whole night. She didn't want to listen to him say those things; they hurt so much.

Sighing in the kiss, Zayn lay down on the plush bed and sank deeper into the cloudy- like mattress when her body straddled his. Their lips moved slowly. His lips pecked hers a few times, he left those pouty kisses on her lips then poked his sweet tongue out to explore her mouth. She let him. She let him do whatever he wanted, because she was his.

She'd always be the devil's angel.

Zayn's fingertips moved like a brush of summer wind across her pale back, feeling the soft skin and moving his fingernails across her spine. Arching her back into his touch, Angela broke the kiss and moaned into the hot air, raising her arms up to let him take off his t-shirt on her body. She was left in her grey, cotton panties, without a bra.

Licking his lips, Zayn moved his huge hands over her small but perfectly round shaped breasts. Tracing his rough thumbs across her sensitive nipples, Zayn rubbed in circles and felt them harden under his touch. Angela moaned again.

Opening her eyes, Angela gulped and looked down at him, his chest raising up and down heavily, eyes dark and sparkly.

Biting softly onto her swollen lip, Angela unbuckled his brown, leather belt with shaky fingers, hips circling and grinding down onto his erection. Earning a low groan for him, Angela moaned softly and watched his eyes close and head throw back from the friction she was making. He bucked his hips to meet hers, pushing his erection between her folds, rubbing across the clothes between them. Working quickly, Angela tugged his jeans down with a little difficulty since they were so tight, but when she finally took them off she dropped them on the floor, rubbing her soft palm across the bulge in his boxers.

Zayn was going wild. He gripped his t-shirt and took it off, throwing it somewhere behind him and tracing his thumb between Angela's clothed folds. Wet and swollen, just for him.

"So beautiful," he breathed and rolled the panties down her thighs, letting her take them off by herself. Her wet womanhood was rubbing against his bulge and he couldn't take it anymore; he flipped them over and moved on top of her. Chuckling breathlessly above her, Zayn kissed her with his pouty lips and rolled his boxers down his legs, letting his erection slap against his stomach. Angela wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him towards her after he protected his manhood with a condom, her arms around his neck, lips stuck together.

"Do you want me to make love to you?" he breathed against her lips, his warm breath mixing with hers as he spoke.

"Yes. Please."

With a slow roll of his hips, Zayn entered her gently and groaned right away, loving to feel her tight walls wrap around his member.

Rolling his hips, Zayn pressed his chest against hers and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck because he hated to see her cry.

"I love you so much, baby...please don't leave me," she begged, feeling him fill her again, and again, and again, slowly and carefully.

Zayn grind his teeth together to stop a sob from his lips, he didn't want to show his weakness. It'd make him stay.

With another pleasurable snap of his hips, Angela's back arched off the mattress and she came in a pure bliss, shouting his name as if it was the only thing she could remember.

Zayn's cry was silent and muffled as he gasped and shot his cum inside of the condom, his heart tightening because it was the last time.

The last time the devil and angel were together.

Notes

Oi! Here I know you might cry but please aaahh :(((