CHAPTER XXXVIII #2
With the pad of my thumb, I slightly parted her lips and kept my fingers underneath her chin.
I leaned in and captured her mouth with mine.
The moment our lips met, a rush of sweetness sent my senses on overdrive.
Our tongues began to dance as we explored each other.
When I started to feel out of control, I pulled back and looked into her hooded, lustful eyes and smirked.
My eyes honed in at her bare pussy, my place of worship. Lowering my head between her legs, I placed soft kisses against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, eliciting a soft gasp.
“You look good enough to eat.” I made my way to her core and plunged my tongue into her pussy.
She bucked her hips and let out a moan that made my dick extra hard.
I wrapped my arms underneath her, her ass arching off the piano, and ate her out like I was a starved man.
I groaned into her pussy juices, lapping up every drop.
She writhed below me and dug her fingers into my scalp, pushing me closer to her.
When I felt her about to come, I pulled away, and she gasped.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she said as she panted.
“I want you on my cock, baby,” I said. I quickly unbuckled my pants, pulled out my raging hard dick, and brought her closer to sink deep inside her. She cried out and tried to sit up, but I kept her on her back and thrust inside her over and over.
I grunted in heavy, fast pants as I watched my dick enter her pussy and heard the juices slurp. She was so fucking wet.
“Oh... yes... don’t stop!” she cried out, her moans filling the room.
The way her pussy strangled my dick was driving me insane, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine. I could feel her walls contracting. She was ready to come.
My hips moved wildly, driven by an uncontrollable urge to possess her. I plunged into her again and again, my body demanding a release.
“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m coming,” I growled, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I blew my load inside her.
Her body quivered beneath me, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, riding out her orgasm.
I groaned against her shoulder and kissed her lips, but this time, it was sensual and soft. I was in love with this fucking girl.
I was wrong—I didn’t own her.
She owned me .
I gently picked Gigi up off the piano, cradling her against me as I ascended the stairs to our bedroom. Her eyes, hooded with pleasure and contentment, met mine, and I offered her a true, genuine smile that was reserved for her.
Demon sat outside my door and whined softly at the sight of a nearly comatose Gigi in my arms. I reassured him with a calm smile and a quiet, “She’s okay, boy. Just thoroughly fucked.”
That earned me a grunt, and he resumed guarding the door. I shut it with my foot and laid her on my bed.
I undressed until only my briefs remained.
I grasped the edge of her nightgown, slowly lifting it, my breath catching at the sight of her body, exposed and beautiful despite the scars. I slid the gown over her head and let it fall carelessly to the floor, my eyes never leaving hers.
My dick hardened at the sight. She was my own brand of candy—my sweetest obsession, a sweet addiction that I couldn't get enough of. Sliding my fingers into the waistband of my briefs, I lowered them and kicked them aside, and joined her on the bed.
I could feel the warmth of her body, the dampness of her desire, as I climbed atop her.
I placed soft kisses between her breasts, my lips brushing her skin.
I licked a path up to her collarbone, savoring the taste of her.
She shuddered beneath me, her hands threading through my hair, guiding me to look up at her.
The smile she gave me seared through to my heart.
“I love you,” she whispered. “And I know why you did what you did. It just shows how much you love me, or how truly obsessed you are with me.”
“A devil is driven by obsession,” I replied. “Do you forgive me?”
“Do you deserve to be forgiven?”
I nodded slowly, the admission clawing at my insides. “I want to be deserving of you, but I’m fucking terrified,” I confessed, the words spilling from me.
“What are you scared of?”
“Terrified of losing you. But you have to believe that I’d willingly burn in hell for you and never regret a moment of the torture.”
She tilted her head. “Do you honestly believe that kind of love is worth it?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged, pressing my lips against her pulse point, feeling the thrum of her heartbeat beneath my mouth. “Or maybe I’ve been starving for an angel’s light, all while terrified I’ll drain the life from you.”
“What if I want you to take my light?” she replied, her words striking me like a bolt of lightning.
I pulled back, searching her face for some sign of doubt, but all I found was a fierce determination, an excitement dancing in her eyes as if she longed to swim in my darkness.
But the thought of her drowning in it sent a chill through me.
I was afraid—afraid I wouldn’t be able to pull her back from falling into the bottomless pit.
“Do you understand what you’re saying, Angel?” I asked.
Her eyes held mine, unwavering. “Yes. Ever since I met you, your darkness is the only way to feel alive.”
My heart tightened, her confession anchoring me in a storm of conflicting emotions. “Then you should know,” I murmured, “that the devil’s love comes with a sacrifice.”
Gigi leaned in, her breath warm against my skin, and pressed her lips to mine. It was a kiss infused with both love and acceptance. “I know. That’s why my heart beats only for you, held safe within your hands, and my soul finds its home within you.”
“I never meant to hurt, Angel. You have to know that.”
“I do know,” she countered, her tone resolute. “I’ve felt the demons that live inside you, and the regret you carry for what’s happened to me. But love— real love —is about giving yourself over, even when it terrifies you. Nico, I want to be the light that brings peace to your chaos.”
This wasn’t just a declaration; it was a vow, a promise to stand by me and accept my demons as if they were her own. But I wouldn’t let her make that sacrifice.
“Gigi…” I started, but she placed a finger against my lips, silencing me.
“I will be your light when you set the world on fire,” she said, her lips brushing against mine once more. “And I forgive you.”
She had slipped her way into my dark soul like a beacon of light, opening my heart once again. A heart I thought was dead was now thrumming with an intensity I hadn’t felt in years, beating solely for one person—my angel.