Adzriel pulled Erika's hips closer to him, drawing a moan from her lips, wet from both the pool water and their shared saliva. Erika's delicate hands clung to Adzriel's broad, bare shoulders.
Soft kisses trailed down Erika's exposed neck and chest, her eyes shut tightly as she tried to contain the burning desire within her. It was hot and consuming—every touch of Adzriel felt like nicotine, addicting and irresistible. The cool water surrounding them made Erika's body shiver, yet Adzriel's heat enveloped her entirely, warming her in a way she had never experienced before.
Adzriel buried his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent of her hair.
One of the things Adzriel loved most about her was her hair…
Erika continued to gasp and moan as Adzriel pressed against her, fitting so tightly that there was no doubt—she had never been with another man before. Adzriel was the first to claim her purity, and he would be the last to ever own her completely.
"You're too deep, Adzriel…" Erika whimpered, her eyes still shut, surrendering to his every movement. Adzriel relished the sight before him, the most exquisite pleasure the world had to offer—pleasure that could never be traded for anything else.
"Does it hurt, my love?" Adzriel whispered. Erika nodded. That only made his desire for her grow wilder. Their bodies, still partially submerged in water, tangled together.
"I thought you liked pain, sweetheart…" Adzriel teased, pressing small kisses against her neck and chin.
"Ahh… you're so beautiful, my love. You belong to me—my doll, my plaything. No one can ever take you away from me."
Erika gasped, her nails digging into Adzriel's bare back, leaving red scratches across his skin. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, binding their bodies closer together in the water.
"Come for me, my love. Take your pleasure—you deserve it."
Adzriel's movements grew more demanding, his deep baritone voice thick with dominance. Erika cried out, her voice echoing across the poolside. That sound of pure ecstasy brought a satisfied smirk to Adzriel's lips. As her body collapsed into his arms, he held her possessively, savoring her surrender.
"What a pity… your future husband will never experience what I just did." Adzriel taunted, lifting Erika's exhausted body from the water and carrying her to the pool's edge.
Erika gazed up at the sky, her breath still uneven. The moon shone beautifully, surrounded by scattered stars. Was it just her imagination, or was tonight clearer than any of the other nights Adzriel had visited her? Normally, his presence was accompanied by eerie silence, darkness, and the roar of thunder.
Yet now, as he loomed over her, his towering figure blocked her view of the serene moonlight. The crimson glow in his eyes sent a chill down her spine, a harsh reminder that the being before her was no mere man—he was a demon, and he would drag her soul to the deepest pits of the abyss.
"Why am I not afraid of you? I fear my sins against Him more." Erika murmured, barely above a whisper.
Adzriel crouched beside her, droplets of water falling from his damp hair onto her face.
"Ah… your fear, your attempt to escape divine punishment. How fascinating, my love." His fingers brushed against her cheek, the touch both tender and mocking.
"Fear of God is powerful. The fear of justice, of judgment, of retribution… Yes, your fear of His punishment is a weakness I can use—to coax you into obeying my every command." Adzriel's eyes gleamed with something dark, something vengeful.
"But don't forget, my love… you already belong to me. Your soul is part of my domain now." His grin stretched wider, the crimson glow in his eyes intensifying.
"Adzriel?"
Erika's voice was soft, almost hesitant, as she turned her gaze to him. Adzriel lay down beside her, mirroring her position as they both stared at the vast night sky.
"What is the greatest sin… besides binding one's soul to a demon?" she asked. A question that once again lacked substance, yet Adzriel found her curiosity intriguing.
"You ask about the greatest sin… A good question, my love. There are many sins a human can commit, but the greatest, the one I enjoy the most, is greed."
"Yes, greed—the insatiable hunger for more. It is a powerful weakness, one I have exploited countless times. It is the root of many sins: envy, pride, lust… and so much more."
Adzriel leaned closer, his voice turning into a dark whisper against her ear.
"And you, my love, have already succumbed to greed."
"Greed for what? Money, power… sex?" Erika murmured, still staring at the stars above.
"The object of your greed, my love… Yes, I see your thirst for wealth and power, but I also sense something deeper, darker. You crave influence, status… You long to be admired and envied by others."
Adzriel's fingers traced along her skin, his touch slow and mocking.
"And then… there's your greed for worldly pleasures—the kind of indulgence that can only be satisfied through the flesh."
His hand came to a stop against her stomach, where her soaked dress clung to her curves.
"Flesh? What do you mean?" Erika asked, curiosity flickering in her voice.
"You ask about the desires of the flesh that stem from your greed… You wonder what it is your heart truly craves, don't you? There are many pleasures humans seek, my love. The thrill of a forbidden touch, the taste of something sinful, the rush of adrenaline when pushing the limits of what society deems acceptable."
Adzriel leaned even closer, his eyes burning with an intense fire.
"I know the desires of the heart, my love. I have seen them all, in countless souls."
His fingers traced along her jawline, as if he was still unsatisfied with all that had transpired between them. Nothing about Erika was enough—she was an obsession, a temptation that even a demon like him could not resist.
"I don't understand… What kind of sin can be committed through the flesh? Murder? I've never killed anyone." Erika furrowed her brows in confusion.
Adzriel chuckled, amused by her naïveté.
"Oh, my love, you are so innocent despite your greed. You don't need to commit an act of violence to sin through the flesh. There are far subtler ways to surrender to your desires, to indulge in forbidden pleasures."
His tone was mocking, almost playful.
"You are no murderer… But what about lust, my love? What about the fire that burns inside of you?"
"…Like what we just did?"
Erika swallowed hard, her throat dry.
"Ah… your realization is dawning, isn't it, my love? Yes, you are beginning to see the sinful nature of your own heart—the lust that smolders deep within you."
Adzriel's gaze flickered to her hand, which trembled slightly as she held it close to her lips, and his smirk widened.
"And it seems you've already tasted the pleasures of sin, haven't you?"
"You have no idea how hard I've tried to resist." Erika muttered, her voice laced with frustration.