So I am finding myself next to Mirabelle on a park bench amongst so many others. I can see there is a deep pain in her eyes; now I am a man, and even more so, I am a Devil; I have no idea how to take a woman's pain away. I might not know how to do that, but I know how I would like to comfort her.

Though she has just told me that she is married, do I truly care? My answer is absolutely no; I do not feel much for her situation, well perhaps I shall not put it as bluntly as that. My point here being that it makes no difference to a man like me if she finds herself in a bonded union.

I love the challenge that it presents, so what do I do?

I softly cup her face in my hands and gently wipe the tears away from her eyes. Her eyes pierce into mine as she is looking past me, the facade, the mystery, the man whose true intentions are not clear...and she makes me crumble...and I give in...

With every breath, every wink, every inch, I move my lips closer to hers. The anticipation of what is to come makes her close her eyes.

"Please don't; I want to see you."

And she listens. She keeps her eyes settled on my lips, and I can hear as her breath starts to step a pace. She bites down onto her bottom lip, and god, my knees give in.

One...two...three...more winks, and I am there.

I close that final gap between our hesitating lips. Hesitating, not truly, for I really want this with every craving bone in my body. And it is those cravings that make me place my lips gently against them. This feels even better than before. Her lips are so damn soft; it feels like a thousand feathers are tickling my lips.

Then ever so soft and sensual, I brush my lips against hers. I bite and nip and nibble, and she returns the pleasure with a low moan. But as I slide my tongue, threatening to slip through her seems, she grabs me by the shirt and growls.

"Mirabelle, do that again."

She takes my face between her hands and scrunches her fingers in my hair. I go to tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her lips even closer to mine. This time when she moans, I am right behind her answering her with my very own growl. I can see her eyes are burning with lust and a deep hunger. Unable to contain myself anymore, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated, and the world gives away. It is a sensual dance of lips...but this...I want more. I slip through her lips and entwine her into a deeper kiss.

The kiss is growing greedier, our mouths are locked together, and it feels like I am walking on air. Nothing around us matters, it is just me and her engulfed in this moment, in this perfect kiss.

After what seems for more than a natural ten minutes, we finally pull away.

I want more of that.

When I can finally breathe and form a couple of words, I cup her chin in my hand, "You are amazing; I am sure this husband of yours does not deserve you for one moment."She looks at me from underneath, fluttering eyelashes, "Please can we go back to the hotel. It is rather cold, and I truly do not feel like sitting out here today."

"That I can do." The excitement in my voice is barely hard to contain.

So I take her gently by the hand and help her as she rises from the bench. As we make our way down to the street, I lace my fingers between her, and so we walk in silence.

Yes, I do believe I am holding a woman's hand. I have no idea what has come over this body that cannot control itself at the very moment. Yet, let us go back to that kiss; I never knew that any creature could kiss with so much passion. It was worth every minute that my father shall come through me into a pit in Hell.But now we are going back to the hotel, and I have no idea what to expect. I have grown somewhat hesitant about my intentions, but that only lasts for a few seconds as I can see victory just about around the corner.

And it is around the corner that we find ourselves entering the hotel. With one rather strange look from the hotel clerk, we make our way up the elevator to her office. As she opens the door, I show for her to enter.

"Since when has a man such as you grown manners."

I only but chuckle at her, Hell knows where that came from, but I laugh as I answer, "Oh, Mirabelle, I only do for I wish to see you move that elegant body."

After stepping out those deep red stilettos that

send the adrenaline pumping through my veins, she shows for me to make myself comfortable on the very couches where we share that kiss only but yesterday.

"So," I say to break the rather uncomfortable silence. "What is it that you keep yourself busy here with all day."

"Work...and work...and some more work."

She looks at me as I find myself studying her beyond what is possibly comfortable. Once I see her staring at me, I immediately look the other way with a rather embarrassing blush of red on my face.

Then I take that leap, "So you say that you have a husband?"

"Yes, been married for three years now." "And you find yourself being happy?"

She goes very silent and hesitates for but a few seconds before she answers my question, "We do have our bad days."

"And tell me," I study her face carefully before I continue my sentence, "Have you ever done something like this before?"

"If you are referring to kissing another man, then no." I watch as her very own face now lights up with a hint of red on those soft cheeks, then she continues. "I have no idea why I did it; there is…it is that you just draw me in. I cannot explain."

Oh, I can explain everything clearly, yet I will terrify the poor woman if I have to reveal who I truly am.

"So, don't you have a girlfriend?"Well, time for me to lie, for I do have many women that I frequent, but those are only at home, so, "Mirabelle, would I kiss you like that if I had?"

"I don't know; you look like a man that can steal a few hearts?"

"And have I stolen yours?"

"That, Damien, is rather impossible, for I have only met you."

"Then, Mirabelle, do you like me?"

"Of course I like you."

"What I mean is do you like me in that way where you wanted more from me?"

"More of what?" I cock my head and pretend that I have no idea what she is referring to."I don't know." She says shyly as she is now looking down at her hands. I have noticed that when she gets nervous, she twirls her fingers in and out of each other.

Then I continue, "Like have sex with you? Because that I would love to do."

"That is not quite what I meant, Damien. I was referring to the type of woman that you would like to see more of."

Then she disappears off into a room and comes back out wearing an oversized shirt and the tiniest shorts that I have ever seen. Now, this has got my blood boiling. Does she have any idea what she is doing to that ache that is burning in my core?

Every time I do something that is clearly forbidden, it feeds a craving deep inside, and I

wish I could feed that craving now.

"Sorry," she says as she saunters over, "That dress was starting to get really tight."

"Well, I think I do prefer this outfit a bit more as well." Then I pause for but a moment. "You are so gorgeous."

"I think you said that out loud, Damien."

"No, I did not. I mean it."

I start to edge a little closer to her with a wicked smile that plays around the corner of my lips. She can see that I am up to something, and oh, it is something that is going to be no good.

Then I reach behind and wrap my arm around her neck…she gasps…and nearly spills her wine all over my lap. Then I tuck my fingers in the back of her shirt. I watch as she nearly dies as my fingers are touching her naked skin.

And then, "Your tag is out."

What was she thinking? Maybe expecting some of this…

My lips crash against hers like a colliding star; it knocks her breath away. As she opens her eyes, they have a thousand questions swirling around in them.

"Damien, what are you doing?"

"Kissing you again, do you want me to stop?"

"No."

I grip her by her waist and yank her onto my lap. She splays her hand against my chest, intending to push me away, but instead, she leaves it there. "Damien."

I drive my fingers deep into her waist and crush my lips into hers. I get lost in her taste; she tastes like sweet cherries. I feel the heat of her body glow through her lips, they are hotter than the sun itself, but nothing is hotter than this body that I am holding in my hands. I push away all my inhibitions and claim her mouth, devouring every inch of her.

Her tender brown eyes are like bottomless pools, pleading and hesitant. Her eyes telling me all I need to know, she wants me, and she will have me in any way that she can.

My hands move up to her waist. The only thought running through my head is, 'Don't do this...Don't do this.' But I squeeze her firmly, and she moans in my mouth.

I can do this...and I will.

I pull her hair off her shoulder and kissed the length of her neck. I push her down on the couch; her body quivers.

"I need to stop." She softly whimpers.

And with that, I stop.

"That should not have happened."

"Why?"

"Damien, I am married."

"Mirabelle, I don't care. I want to be with you."

Yes, I do sound rather desperate, but I am only making her believe that I desperately need her. Once I have achieved my goal, there I no more need for her.Yet, then she continues, "I want to be with you too."

"Fuck."

This was going to happen; I knew it; I should have seen it. Maybe I did see it, but I just did not care. My desire to be with her has clogged my reality.

"Damien…"

I do not give her a moment to speak because I am pulling her into my tight embrace. I am holding her as if her dear life depends on it. And there we sit for at least ten minutes...And we kiss...

But then…

From behind us, there is a door that clicks open and a rather angry voice that echoes to every corner of the room…

In an instant...A fist of knuckles come crushing into my face...