Kisses For A Devil

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After having five dynamic rounds back to back, Jane's devitalised body collapses onto bed running out of energy. I admire her beautiful body and lie down next to her. I can hear her breathing, warm and slow. She is looking like an angel sent for a Devil to worship. Though I could've had another two rounds but considering that Jane is too sore after a whole night and half day full of energy draining activity, I compromise with my inner demon and let her fall asleep. This image will be forever engraved in my mind.

I've always fancied her, not because she's got nice pair of n.i.p.p.l.es—okay, that's the thing I've been l.u.s.ting after in beginning but her feisty personality and the way she smiles, god! So breathtaking, it stole my heart. Even the sight of her smiling dangerously turns me on. Her body is so perilous for me that sometimes it's hard to pull away from her.

Such an imbecile person I was for not noticing the gem in front of my eyes.

When I woke up in the morning there was a feeling of regret in my c.h.e.s.t for not remembering the night we've spent together while worshiping each other's body. Nevertheless, I was happy because we've done it. And I wanted to do it again and again until there's nothing left inside of her but my d.i.c.k. When she walks she'll feel me inside her. When she sits she'll feel me again. And I'm not gonna stop on that, I'll make her feel that no Ryder would be able to.

God damn it. I'm so obsessed with her that I want her all for myself. She's mine, Only mine. And today, I'm gonna put a tag on it.

I'm gonna make our relationship official. No more pretending. No more fake m.o.a.ns in a certain public washroom.

I'll propose her tonight at dinner and I'm sure she'll heartily accept my proposal since the feeling is mutual.

I cautiously cover her with duvet not wanting to ruin her nap and kiss her forehead before picking up my phone to check if there's any buisness e-mails that I missed.

I'm quickly checking the e-mails and other messages when suddenly I come to a halt to see aunt Lessi's message.

"When are you bringing Jane at my boutique? I can't wait to try my work on her. Bring her, Please. Please. Please!" 🥺

I peer at Jane and wonder if she's even able to walk or not. Though her current state is rather intimating the latter. Sighing, I lie back and pull her to my c.h.e.s.t. It feels so good as if I'm home, safe and warm. Her back touching my c.h.e.s.t as I snuggled my face deep into her hair while inhaling her divine scent is the feeling I've never felt before. And I bet I'd never find this feeling anywhere else but with her.

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I wake up with a feeling of someone sniffing and c.a.r.e.s.sing my hair. I know who's the person. The familiar hard muscles behind my back are the exact one that I've carved with my scratches and bites.

Tilting my head I mock, "That's creepy."

"Morning, Princess." He coos softly.

I glance at the wall watch and realise it's 3 o'clock in evening. "It's not morning, and also you're acting like a creep."

"I'm your creep." He mumbles as I turn around to face him, "and you're my morning." I swallow a lump in my throat seeing his ocean blue orbs that flickering with something I can't comprehend. Yet, it feels good. Not only the way he's looking at me but the way my body responding to him as I hold his warm gaze.

I think I'm drowning, and this time I won't be able to save myself.

His eyes flit down, linger to my lips and flourish a tingling sensation there. Then He leans in and brushes his lips on mine. So soft, so gentle yet sizzling and intense. I instantly respond to his kiss as I reach to him and soon my fingers sink into his soft jet black hair. The hair you'll never get bored to run your fingers into.