Page 24 of The Devil

I have steadily fallen for him over the last week and the thought of leaving him brings the sting of tears to my eyes. There has been no mention of trying to continue anything past my stay here, and I don’t want to be the one to bring it up and ruin what we have right now. It’s ridiculous to have let him in this far because I already know I’m heading for a prolonged period of heartache. I have no idea what this is to Lucius, but I do know, from what Meri has said, it’s the longest ‘relationship’ he’s ever had with a girl.

We arrive back at my bedroom door, where he leans into me to kiss me goodnight. We dressed up a little tonight, him in a black shirt rolled up to his elbows and dark denim jeans; me in a borrowed slinky black dress from Meri. I probably looked very uncouth trying to walk around in heels, but he never said a word if I did.

When we do kiss, it’s soft and chaste, just a gentle pressure against my lips.

“So, thanks again for dinner tonight,” I say, feeling a little disappointed from the vanilla type of kiss he just gave me. “I’m going to have to start running or something after all of these rich meals.”

“You’re too damn skinny anyway, Topolina.” He smirks as he looks me up and down gratuitously. “I like a woman with curves.”

The way he subtly licks his lips causes my whole body to throb with a lustful urge I’ve never experienced this deeply before. He can tell what I’m feeling, I’m sure of it, but he wants me to spell it out. I scan my eyes over his body and bite my lip nervously, knowing what I want to say but finding it too damn hard.

“Well, I guess I should go,” he whispers, “I hope you’re journey back is pleasant.” At that, he turns to leave.

“Wait!” I grab his arm to pull him back to me. He turns with that wicked smile on his face.

“Something you want, Helena?” he asks, purposely being bad at playing dumb.

I shake my head, “No, there’s something I need,” I whisper and begin to pull him into my room. Invitation enough, he kicks the door closed behind us and places his hands on my hips, looking intensely and lustfully into my eyes.

“What do you need, mia topolina?” he asks, rubbing his hands along the sides of my waist. “Tell me!”

“I need…” I gasp but lose all coherent thought when he begins kissing me up and down my neck. His hands move to slowly unzip my dress so that it falls to the floor in a puddled heap at my feet, along with the logical part of my brain that has been screaming at me to not fall in love with this man. But fuck it; this time, I’m ready and I won’t stop him. “I need you.”

“Yes?”

“All of you.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Willingly?”

“Completely.”

“Mine?”

“Always.”

There are no words after that, instead, he grabs and pulls me onto his body, kissing me hungrily like I am his very last meal. He places both hands on my ass and lifts me off the ground, carrying me over to the end of the bed where he throws me down. With lightning-fast movements, he pulls away his shirt and throws it to the side before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down with his boxers. He stands before me completely naked, and I am almost salivating over how beautiful he is. Pure muscle and tanned skin, the definition of an Italian heartthrob; the epitome of male flawlessness. My focus turns to his manhood and that’s when my nerves return in abundance. I have not seen a man’s dick in real life, so I’m no expert, but it looks huge. Long, thick, and throbbing between his legs.

It must be obvious where I’m looking because he laughs softly and grabs it inside of his hand, stroking it gently in front of me.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Er, I might be a virgin, but I do know that’s going to hurt, Lucius,” I reply, sounding a little panic-stricken as I point to his erection, which is currently standing to attention up to his stomach muscles.

“It will a little,” he says, climbing over me, “it will a lot, but I will help you.”

He kisses me gently, then pulls the fabric of my panties away and down my legs. There’s not a hint of shame on his face when he spreads my legs wide, making me feel so exposed, I can feel myself blushing. He begins to kiss the inside of my legs while stroking through my untouched pussy with his fingers. I emit a gasp of pleasure when he eventually swipes his tongue through my lips and begins to circle the tip over my clitoris. In fact, I lose hold of everything I’ve been fearing, and grab hold of his hair between my fingers, just enjoying how good this feels. This I can handle, this is …sogood.

“I fucking love your taste, Topolina,” he growls from between my legs, “you’re so wet, so sweet for me.”

I should have guessed he’d be a dirty talker in bed. Lucius Hastings is dirty enough when he’s not in bed. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted when he inserts a finger inside of me, causing me to wince over the stinging sensation that stabs at me deep inside. He begins pulsing his finger while flicking my clit with his tongue. It begins to feel good again, so much so, my breathing deepens, and I arch my back to meet him more greedily.

“That’s it, Topolina, let me fuck you with my fingers, make you ready for me,” he whispers, sounding low and on edge. He adds another finger and then another, groaning each time my body accepts him. It feels sore at first, but so good when the shock of it subsides. He soon builds up to a faster pace, curving his fingers inside of me, all the while licking my clit with his wicked tongue. A mountain of sensitive feelings begins to build higher and higher within me.

“Come, mia topolina,” he whispers gently, and within moments, I obey, exploding in a flash of lights and ragged breaths.

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