Lust of Hell

Does he really love me?

Lust of Hell

By eccentricsketches

I couldn't breathe.

He kept pulling me closer to him.

Why didn't he let me go?

I know he felt me pulling away.

Maybe he'll stop now... Finally I can breathe?

His lips keep pressing against mine, let me go.

I hate it. Please give me air, I'm done.

"Please," I gasped. "Stop. Damian, I want you to stop."

He looked at me, and giggled wrapping his arms around me.

"You don't mean that, do you?"

I scowl at him. I did mean that, he keeps doing this with me, it's getting old.

Damian frowns as I turn away from him. He pulls my face to his.

"Just one more? Please? For me?"

I pout as I stare into his desperate eyes.

"All you're getting is a peck from me. That's all for today."

"Aw, you're no fun pet. Though, I'll take what I can get.~"

We share one small little kiss. I blush as I remove myself from his lap. I can feel him watch me as I leave the room. The door shuts behind me and I lean on it. I feel my mouth and sigh. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about him.
We've been dating for a year now, but I feel like he shouldn't have done so many things to me so soon. The first time he slept with me we only knew each other for a month or two. Even then I felt like I didn't know him as much as he knew me. I didn't know he'd be stronger than me.

I never knew how little he would listen to me either.

As I walk down the stairs I see Sparkles on the couch watching TV.

"What are you watching, Sparky?" I ask nonchalantly.

He looks up at me and smirks. "How long have you two been in there?"

I blush as he mentions that. "Do you think I check the time I spend with people every time I'm with them? Answer my question first... Stupid cat."

He laughs at how flustered I am and sighs. "Rewatching Gossip Girl. You know I always make time to read your diary right? You do keep tabs on who you spend time with, Puppy. I think even your boy toy knows by meow~"

"He isn't my 'boy toy' Sparkles. You know damn well, that he's more than that to me. I'm hoping he'll be my partner for life. Unless, he wants more than me."

"You should know by now I'm a huge tease. Who would ever want more than you? You're more than anything anyone could ever wish for Pup. If he'd replace you it'd be like ditching a diamond for some pebble."

I laugh at him. "You're just saying that."

Sparkles sits up to look at me. I can see the sincerity in his eyes as he says.
"I mean it. You're worth more than everything to me. Don't forget it."

My face turns red as he continues to look at me. I quickly went to my room in the basement and shut the door. He's too flirty, all the time.

He's at least better than Damian...

What am I thinking? I shouldn't think that. I want Damian to be flirty, he's mine so it should be fine. Damian can be as flirty as he wants with me.

"Augh.." I sigh as I sink to the floor. As I lean my head against the door I stare up at the ceiling.

"Thanks a lot Sparky. I need an ego boost these days."

I get up and flop onto my desk chair, and try to ignore the mess that is my desk. I've been trying to repair this Camper that had been by my home for years. Yet I can't seem to keep my work clean no matter what. Every part of this mansion is cleaner than my desk. For an hour I try cleaning it all up and get it to at least look messy, in a clean way.

A knock echoes from my door.

"It's open, you can come in." I say, writing in my journal.

I feel arms wrap around my waist. I look behind me and see my lover smirking at me. A blush creeps up to my face. He can tell that no matter how many times he does this I always become bright red. Feeling his breath against my neck... Soothes me. If I could I'd always want him to hold me, so he can protect me. Swear to God, this boy has too much power over me.

Satan help me.

"Want to take a break from the pen and paper, babe?"

I look down hoping he doesn't notice how red I am.
"Just another minute, p-please." I stutter, looking at my journal.

Damian smirks at that response. I can feel it even though I can't see his face. Not that I want to look at him right now. He'd seduce me with just one look. Damian's looks could kill me in seconds. He's so handsome. Fuck.

Suddenly a hot breath hit the back of my neck. He was teasing me.

"Damian?"

"Do you need... Anything?" He wondered with a sultry husky voice.

I scratch the back of my head. "Not necessarily, do you?"

Damian sets his head on top of mine. He sighs dreamily. Strong long arms wrap around my chest. Then he tells me.

"I just want you, is all~ Can I have you?"

My lips press together involuntarily.

"O-only if you promise to treat me right..."

I feel my body quiver as he whispers in my ear.

"I promise." His mouth kisses my ear, and continues down to the crook of my neck.

As he gives me hickeys I tense up. I don't know why I hate it so much.
When he only wants to love me.

Doesn't he?

Damian places his hands on my shoulders.

"You seem tense, love. Do you need a massage?"

"If you insist... I've just been stressed from trying to solve this problem."

His hands are cool but easily warm up as they rub my shoulders. It felt truly intimate, so soft and gentle. The kneading was slow and thorough. I felt my heart stop as I melted into his touch. With just a little tender care he transformed my stress into comfort, warmth, and love.