The Devil thrives on secrets, secrets, and sins. That is what drives you straight to Hell, the things that your mind desire; those are the things that doom you one day. Me, personally, I do enjoy a good secret; I can, with the utmost confidence, turn whatever you are keeping silent and turn it into your destruction.
Now, if you do say that there is something that you need to tell me, I immediately get that excitement that builds from deep within the ruthless parts of me, those deep dark places that need to feed on the suffering and pain. It is a yearning to that desires all the forbidden.
And it is with this yearning, this desire to have a blissful sin uttered in my ears, that I am eagerly slip on one of my best suits. With one satisfied yet eagerly sneaky smile, I give myself a once over in the tall mirror. Dressed in all black, a suit soft and silk to the touch, I fix my hair for what has now been almost the tenth time. For one that has been tossing in a bed that he does not truly need, I must say that I do look rather handsome.
Yes, last night was absolute torture; that kiss was still etched into my mind; it played for endless hours over in my head, leaving nothing but one persistent smile on my face. And it is that very smile that I still carry as I exit the room and make my way down the hallway.
So with confident steps, I make my way out into a day that has rather gone chilly. Well, I do hope that I will still see Mirabelle despite of this weather. I shall truly be disappointed if a little drizzle will put a damper on my plans.Of course, I do always have a plan…and today I might just carry, well let me rephrase, finish what I started. I am yet to explore Mirabelle, and I have not even started.
What has started is the heavens that have suddenly cleared, making room for the warmth of the sun that is starting to flicker through the clouds. For me, who firmly believes in fate, I would say that someone is playing in my favor.
Yet, let us not get too excited, for I still need to find the very park where Mirabelle would be waiting.
Then as I take the very last corner, there in front of me, it lies, filling with people by the masses, but they are not the ones that I am seeking; I am looking for only one beauty. So immediately, I scan for the little white bench where we first met, and as I look over the lush green grass amongst the trees, I see her, as beautiful as ever.
I am struck by complete awe. She has her hair tied up into a bun on top of her head; it only accentuates her beautiful porcelain skin. But what catches me the most is the curves of her body that are wrapped in red silk, and to finish her seductive look off is a pair of deep red stilettos.
Now, this is truly a woman after the Devil's heart.
So with utmost confidence, though it is not truly needed, I saunter elegantly over to where she is waiting for me. Now, this does bring a flutter to my stomach, I love what this woman is doing to me, yes, she does make me feel weak, yet at the same time, I cannot get enough of the things that she does to my body. Just laying my eyes on her is driving my body hot with fever; it is a fever that requires some adjusting as I stick my hands into my pockets.
Then as she sees me approaching her, there is the most beautiful smile that plays at the corner of her deep cherry lips, those supple, velvety lips that I can still taste as the kiss runs through my mind for the so many of time now.
As I am finally in front of her, I take her hand gently into mine and pull her from the bench into my strong arms. She gasps, yet she lets me wrap them even tighter around her waist, pulling her deep into my sculpted chest. Then I look her in the eyes; I completely get lost and only manage to mumble her name as each syllable escapes softly over my lips.
"Mirabelle."
She looks at me shyly as her cheeks turn a rosy red, "Damien, quite the welcome."
I let go of her, and we both take a seat, my body right next to her, our legs touching and our shoulders rubbing together. With every inch that I can, I press my body into her. She only but swallows deep as she struggles to find her voice.
"So, how was your evening? I trust everything was to your liking."
"Oh," I smirk at her with eyes that are just laced with desire, "It was indeed to my liking. Now how was your evening?"
"It was," She hesitates and fumbles over her words yet again, "It was good, thank you."
There is something that Mirabelle is not telling me, yet; I have only known her for but two days
now; I can truly not think that I should know much of a great deal about her. Yes, if I do find myself currently in Hell, I would be able to tell what would be her fate. I shall see where she will find herself in the life after this one.
But I shall just have to go on instinct and do as a normal man does, "What is it that you wanted to tell me?"
For one minute, she stares at me in shock, then she softly speaks, "I was so hoping that you would forget what I said last night."
"My dear Mirabelle, I can hardly forget that kiss; now you wish for me to forget what you said after that?"
"Yes, about that kiss…I, well, we should…"
I do not give her one second to finish her words
I lean in closer and softly whisper in her ear. I see her body shiver as my warm breath linger, "I am going to do it again."
She does not protest, she does not say no, she only but blushes, and I do the very thing that these hands have desired; I place my one hand at the small of her back and pull her against my raging body.
With the other, I gently cup her chin and run the edge of my thumb over her smooth velvety lips. She splays her hand against my chest and runs her fingers down my sculpted abs. Then ever so slowly, I move my lips closer; with each breath I take, they are closing the gap between our trembling bodies.
I stare deep into her eyes; I cannot fight against the thoughts that she has running through my mind. I totally come undone as she floods all my senses. My heart is beating so loud; it feels like I am going to explode. My heart flutters inside my chest.
For what seems like almost five minutes, we just stare into each other's eyes, just feeling that fire that is burning between aching bodies.
Then I kiss her.
As I kiss her, my brain lights on fire, and the warmth spread throughout my entire body. I am addicted to this feeling; I can barely breathe, I can barely move, I cannot think when she is around me. Her kiss is like torment, sweet agony that gives me nothing but divine pleasure.
Our lips brush softly against each other. Her lips are soft and delicately. They dance against me like butterfly wings. I pull away, hesitating for a moment. She felt new, yet oddly familiar, Her lips seemed molded to the shape of mine. My hands curled around her so perfectly as if they were made just for her. She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more.
Everything about her is perfect. The sheer softness of her hair as I run my hands through it. The taste of sweet cotton candy that lingers on her lips. Her breath that warms my cheek. The way she plays with the hair at the back of my head that tickles my neck.
She presses her lips against mine even harder. Lightning passes through me. I feel lost in a different universe, and she is slowly taking me away. Her cold hand creeps from my neck down my spine and pulls me closer. Her touch makes my body shiver. Her delicate, innocent kiss makes my heart flutter. Then it races. My body surrenders. I let her kiss me for as long as she wants. Every time I let go, I go back and kiss her again softly.
This is the feeling that I have set out to come to feel between these humans. I sought Mirabelle out for this, this ecstasy that consumes my body each time I feel her soft and delicate touch. I can truly understand why a man would sin for a woman. She has drawn me in and kept me captive. She has made me feel and experience so many feelings all at once.
As we finally pull apart, I watch that smile grow from corner to corner on her beautiful face, that soft porcelain skin.
Then she whispers softly underneath her breath, and oh, do I wish that I could just die. But her soft words come clear to ears that wish not to listen, "Damien, I am married."Well, she does not understand whom she is talking to; I am the Devil's Son, she has just given me a perfect way to sin. Yet, I need to remind myself that I am dooming her then. Do I wish to care for such a fickle thing?
I want Mirabelle to myself, well, as long as I need her. So my answer to her is, "What do you wish to do about this thing between us?"