Dancing with the Devil || Complete

~Angel turned Devil?~

Chapter 8

His eyes search mine, looking for some sort of hint that I'd run away.

Instead I let out a smile, waving my hand as I greet her.

Sniffling as I try and pull myself together.

"Hi Lara! I'm Mateo's fiancé...you look really pretty, no wonder he fell so hard for you.. I just want to say...thank you for loving him even until your final breath..I promise I'll take good care of him. Don't worry I'm not replacing you, I don't think anyone could..I'm simply just trying to fill the spaces in his heart..Just relax and enjoy your vacation. I'm here for him, always."

*What was that?  Did I really just say that!? Oh I hope he didn't get mad about the last breath part..maybe I should apologize.*

Looking back at him I'm met with his eyes once more. He's staring at me, but I'm unable to identify what he's truly feeling.

"M-Mateo?..Look I'm sorry about the last breathe part I-I really didn't mean to-"

Next thing I know my words are stopped. I'm holding my breath.

*OMG!! This isn't happening! Is he actually?!*

I start to close my widened eyes and relax as my lips are touched by his.

Gently, he kisses mine, and I begin to kiss back.

Putting down the picture he takes one hand and grips onto my hair. The other hand is on my waist.

I feel myself start to sink into him..as he does the same...

The pace of our lips begin to fasten.

We release for a bit to catch our breaths but Mateo soon pulls us back in.

I surrender myself and the remaining resistance I've been keeping.

I moan as he bites my lip. He smirks a little seeing my reaction to his touch.

Soon his tongue seeks access, I let him in.

Succumbing to him I rid myself of all the thoughts telling me to stop.

Both his hands are now on my hips, the firm grip stopping me from trying to escape.

Not that I wanted to.

From my mouth his gentle lips make their way to my neck.

I bite my lip as I let out a gasp. Trying to stop myself from getting a little too affected by his touch but it's no use..

Just then I look down at the picture frame of the women smiling.

*What the hell am I doing?! I can't do this..especially if he just wants me physically to release his stress. As much as I want that I can't be some kind of object..I'm a person...and seeing his meltdown earlier it'd be best if I actually got to know what he truly feels, and who I would be filling in for...*

Surprisingly, I'm able stop myself.

My hands are now on his shoulders. I'm breathless as I lay my forehead down onto his heaving chest.

He takes his hands and pulls my head up so that I'm looking up at him.

He comes in for a second time, and as much as I wanted it. I knew it wasn't right..

"M-mateo...I can't...I-I need to know what happened to your wife...please.."

My eyes beg him as I search for an answer.

I hold his face with both my hands.

He sighs. I decide to get off of his legs incase he needed to rest.