God of Temptation

Chapter 25

~Remington~

What was that?

Oh my God, what was that?

I know what was that. That was the best fuck of my entire life.

I don't think I've ever fucked someone and wanted a repeat immediately. The feel of her body against mine was so heavenly. The press of her soft skin against my rough hands. How her ass turned the perfect shade of red every time I spanked it. How her pink pussy took my cock so well, like it was custom designed for me. How her pussy pulsated around my cock as she was about to come. How she fit my side as if my every curve was made to accommodate her.

She's perfect for me, and it terrifies me. I'm afraid I won't be able to let her go when the time comes. Terrified that she'll weave herself into my life, with her sassy comebacks, her terrible table-setting skills, and those earthy eyes where I see my reflection. Yet, amidst the fear, there's an undeniable warmth-a sense of belonging that I've never felt before. It's both comforting and unsettling. The agreement was just fucking, but I think it has been corrupted by some unwanted feeling that is expanding under my ribs.

I look down at my blood stained cock. I took her virginity. It's making me feel so smug I want to take a picture and show it to anyone who Ariella gets together with in future.

Wait. I don't like the idea of Ariella getting together with someone else. I feel like beating that person to a pulp with a hammer. Whether they are a he or she. Which is disturbing considering I never hurt women. Heck, I've never hurt another person in my entire life, but for Ariella I won't even bother thinking twice.

"Don't think about it Remi. First clean her up." I tell myself and start filling the bowl with warm water and take out a cloth to wipe her clean. I also need to do something about the carpet that's soaked in her virgin blood.

I step into the room and find Ariella standing by the couch, in the midst of buttoning up her shirt after donning her bra.

What? I've got everything set up to help her tidy up, and here she is, ready to leave.

The irony isn't lost on me. I've always been the one to wrap things up and hunt for my car keys once I'm done with the deed. Yet, for some reason, it doesn't sit right when someone else does the same to me.

"You're able to walk?" I inquire, masking my irritation.

Ariella glances over at me, a fire in her eyes, "Now that you remind me...." She eyes the cushion on the bed and grabs it as she throws it towards me, I catch it, however I hear her say, "Ass hole, it's like walking with a broken pelvis."

The fact she is leaving despite the pain, irritates me rather than making me smug about her initial confession. I set down the bowl and towel, leaning against the door frame to observe her. Ariella meets my gaze with a questioning look, but I keep my expression neutral.

She wants to leave? Fine, she can get out of my house. After all, the first clause of our agreement was no overnight stays. It's good she knows her place. However, as I watch her limp towards the table to grab her purse, I soften at the sight. Releasing a ragged breath, I stride over to her and scoop her up, depositing her gently on the couch. "Stay put."

I retrieve the bowl, towel, and some ointments, just in case I was too rough. Despite my initial irritation, a sense of care and concern overtakes me as I tend to Ariella's needs.

I kneel down and open her legs pushing them apart on the couch. Her pink pussy is red. Blood is smeared across her lips. Suddenly I don't want to wipe it off. It's the evidence of who she belongs to.

Observing the purple bruises decorating her thighs, I decide against it. I moisten the towel, squeezing out the excess water before delicately dabbing it on her swollen lips. I take the ointment and apply it on her bruise. Making sure to keep a gentle hand so she doesn't gets hurt.

A sharp hiss escapes Ariella's lips, and instantly, guilt floods over me.

"Does it hurt?" I inquire, my voice laced with concern.

"Wasn't that what you wanted?" she retorts.

I did want it. Yet, witnessing her in pain feels like a punch to the gut.

"Don't worry. I enjoyed it," she adds, a mischievous glint sparking in her eyes as they meet mine. A wave of relief washes over me.

"Next time, if it's too much, just let me know. Okay?"

"But you said no safeword."

"I did, but I need to know your limits, Ari. What if you get seriously hurt?"

Ariella reaches for my hands, halting me in my tracks. I gaze at her, finding her smiling at me.

"What?" I question, bewildered by the sudden change in her demeanor, mesmerized by her captivating eyes.

"You're worried about me," she says, her smile widening. Her smile is so beautiful, like the sun breaking through the storm clouds, capable of soothing any worry. A smile that's growing on me more than I anticipated.

"Of course, I am, Jailbait. I'm not heartless," I reply, feeling strange bubbles of emotion swirling in my stomach, coursing through my body. I look away, her smile almost blinding in its brilliance. I love it so much that I fear I'd do anything to see it, even if it meant pushing myself beyond my limits.

Ariella's touch on my ear, cooling against the heat that had crept up, brings me back to the moment. "We can decide on a safe word if you want. But I want to know your limits too. I'll let you know when it's too much. But unless I tell you, don't hold back. Promise?" Her fingertips trace the shell of my ear, a tender gesture that leaves me speechless.

Mesmerized by her, I find myself at a loss for words. "Promise?" Ari asks again. This time, I nod, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions she's stirred within me. And then, she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips. It's sweet and tender, something I find repulsive after fucking. But with Ari, I realize it's something I needed all along, something I never knew was missing. Something I want to do every time with Ari.

Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, I make a swift decision. "Pouvons-nous rendre cela permanent?" (Translation: can we make this permanent?)

Before she can respond, I lean in for another kiss. This kiss feels unlike any other I've experienced in my entire life. It's imbued with emotions, a depth I've never explored with my usual partners. But Ariella isn't just any partner to me. I'm not entirely sure what she means to me, but I do know she holds a significant place in my life. And in this moment, that's all that matters.

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