The funniest thing about this was she did not look like those women who would be stupid enough to trash talk a person's manhood like he expected.
Azrael's heart softened the more she stared at him with those lovely moist brown-red eyes of hers.
He could not still imagine he did this to her without any proper reason. He found her beautiful, gorgeous, unique and all-round his type he wouldn't want to share with any other. And the best romantic way he could introduce himself to her was that he was a big dick and a hateful jerk hiding under the skin of a monster.
Azrael each time grew more uncomfortable at the thought of fucking up big time before the woman he has confirmed in himself that he was genuinely interested in.
The first woman.
Now, she was going to hate him for the rest of her existence.
