Page 25 of The Devil

Coming down from my high, I do not have time to process what just happened before he moves up my body and begins kissing me with so much desire, I’m not sure I’m going to survive him taking what he needs from me. My cheeks heat when I taste myself on his tongue, at the same time as his hands move to my bra, pulling the lace down so he can touch my naked breasts and peaked nipples.

“Fuck me, these are beautiful,” he says, using his thumb pads to circle around my hard nubs, which feel tender and sensitive. He leans back, sitting on his knees while he looks down upon my body. The hungry look in his eyes makes me feel sexy, confident, and so lustful, I’m not sure how I’ve survived without this. Soon after, he bends to suck on my nipple, his hard cock brushing against my opening.

“Hold me, Helena,” he whispers in a strained voice, “I need to be inside of you.”

I do as he says and reach up to grab his shoulders. Once in place, he grabs a foil packet, and tears it open before slipping it over his erection. The action makes me tense up with nervous anticipation, but as if sensing this, he returns his hands to my face, cupping it as he gently kisses me long, slow, and gentle.

“Shh, open for me, mia topolina,” he whispers into my mouth. “Relax for me, let me in.”

In but a few moments, he pushes forward and enters me with the tip of his cock, then pauses. This isn’t so bad. Then he tenses and drives forward again. It hurts so much, I gasp and release a tear from the burning sting, which quickly rolls down my cheek. He remains still and kisses my neck gently, allowing me to adjust to him, letting me relax for him to move.

“So soft, so beautiful,” he whispers, “so mine.”

His words help me to release a little of the tension from my muscles, so he begins to rock gently, forwards and back, looking at me the whole time while I grip hold of his neck.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Yes,” I whisper, “but I’m fine.”

He smiles and begins to rock faster, his eyes closing as he does so. I watch him intensely as his face contorts with pleasure, holding back as he hisses through his clenched teeth.

“You feel so good, I knew you would,” he moans, “fuck, I could live inside of you forever.”

“Kiss me, Lucius.”

I almost weep with how sore I am but the closeness I feel between us is worth the sting. The words he utters helps to turn it little by little into sheer pleasure. I cannot be certain whether they’re true or not, but it doesn’t matter, because right now, they are. Without question, he obeys and kisses me more passionately than the last time, and as our tongues collide, he ups his movements again. I try to spread my legs wider to let him move the way he wants to, to let him sink deeper inside of me.

“Oh, God!” he groans as a deep throbbing inside of me signals his release, deep, deep inside. Gasping for air, he continues to thrust a few more times before finally stopping. I secretly smile to myself, knowing his reaction to me is genuine and powerful; something I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

Lucius kisses my forehead gently as he pulls out. The feeling is a mixture of soreness and heat, but also loss when he is separated from me. As soon as he is free of me, he begins to kiss my face, to the point where I start to giggle. He looks into my eyes and smiles.

“Thank you, Helena…myHelena.”

His gratitude has me feeling a little weird about it all, but soon after, he gets up and goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he emerges, he has a warm flannel in his hand.

“What’s that for?” I ask, sounding confused. He points to between my legs, revealing a stain of blood on either side of my inside thighs. “Oh,” I blush and instinctively shut them close. “Oh, shit, Lucius, it’s on the sheets; this is so humiliating!”

He immediately walks over and pulls my hands away from my eyes, tutting as he does so.

“Don’t you dare be embarrassed, beautiful,” he says firmly, “I will deal with it anyway.”

He begins to pat the flannel gently between my legs, with my opening still feeling extremely tender. He then throws it onto the floor and lies next to me, stroking my hair as he does so.

“Go to sleep, Helena,” he says before kissing at my temple. His body envelopes me from behind and I close my eyes with a feeling of true happiness. “I won’t be here with you in the morning.”

My eyes dart open again, and it feels as though my heart has just free fallen into a state of panic.

“Why not?” I ask, sounding horrified.

“Because…” he begins, then swallows hard. “Because I can’t do goodbyes. Especially after this amazing gift you’ve given to me.” Unable to stop myself, I blink tears down my face, which he wipes away with his hand. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, “this is not the end for us. And next time will be great for you too.”

“Lucius, let’s not kid ourselves,” I sniff, probably looking like a snotty mess, “we have no idea if we’ll ever see each other again. You’re back off to college and I’ll be back home. I knew this, I did, I just didn’t know how brutal it would feel.”

“Saying goodbye to someone you…loveis always hard,” he says and kisses me gently on the mouth before holding me closer to him. “But we are here now, together. Sleep with me, Topolina, and enjoy the here and now of us.”

I didn’t want to fall asleep because then he’d be gone, and I would be alone. However, as if he had just uttered a spell, I black out soon after, my body betraying my desire to stay with him for as long as possible.

Just as he said, Lucius is gone when I wake up. There is no sign he was ever with me, apart from the stained sheet. There’s nothing of him, not even one of the notes he was so keen on leaving for me all those times. Feeling empty, I cry quietly so no one will be able to hear me from outside this room; inside, however, it’s deafening.

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