God of Temptation

Chapter 45

~Ariella~

I observe Ariella's room, noticing every detail. At first glance, it might appear that the owner enjoys playing with dolls. However, having gotten to know Ariella better, I realize that these dolls are more than just toys—they represent her inner demon uses them to cope with the darkness that consumes her slowly each day.

As I continue to survey the room, my eyes land on the typewriter. It's larger than the one she had in Brighton Island, and the satisfying click of each letter imprinting on the page fills the room. While the overall decor may not provide much insight into her personality, the subtle details reveal glimpses of it. The stark contrast between the white walls and black curtains, the lighthearted romance novels on the shelf juxtaposed with the disturbing one by her bedside—all of these elements offer a deeper understanding of Ariella's complexities.

I know this room is nothing compared to her library downstairs. So I do just that. I leave her room and make my way to her library.

As I step into Ariella's library, memories flood back, mingling with the present. The piano stands gracefully, a silent testament to her musical prowess, yet I've never had the pleasure of hearing her play. Beside it rests a typewriter, larger than her previous one, exuding a vintage charm that resonates with the room's ambiance.

Approaching her desk next to her typewriter, I'm drawn to her laptop, its screen adorned with a familiar sight—an image of me. My heart flutters at the realization that Ariella still harbors feelings for me, sparking a mixture of hope and trepidation within me. The floor-to-ceiling shelf nearby holds only a handful of books, a departure from her usual extensive collection, piquing my curiosity.

Picking up one of the books, I notice the absence of an author's name, replaced instead by a dedication which makes a thousand questions run in my mind, "To the boy who I have loved since I was nine." I closed the book and read the title, "Him."
My fingers tremble slightly as I turn to the dedication in another book titled "Light," reading, "To him, who I gave the paper ring to." The weight of her gesture hits me, and I instinctively touch the paper ring hanging around my neck, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions.

Taking another book, titled "The Moon Embracing The Sun," I find myself holding back tears as I read the dedication, "To him, whose light is the only thing keeping me away from turning to the dark. I love you." My chest tightens, overwhelmed by a surge of regret and longing.

This time I release the sob, that I have been trying to keep on for the entire day. The tears I have been keeping at bay, fail me as they cascade down my cheeks spilling at the dedication. The heartache I have been feeling for the whole day, intensifies and I fear that my heart will give up on me due to sheer pain.

Ariella loved me, she told me so why did I push her away?

Because you feared she will leave you.

Ariella, told you she needs me, so why did I turn my back on her?

Because you feared, she will leave you.

Ariella, told you she wants you, so why did I tell her I don't?

Because I feared, she may take my light and leave me hollow.

And now? I want her to take my light and leave me hollow if it's the only thing that makes her stay with me.

Regret and sorrow engulf me as I grapple with the realization of my actions. I've squandered the love of someone who cherished me, blinded by my own insecurities. But now, faced with the depth of Ariella's feelings, I'm willing to sacrifice everything to make amends and beg for her forgiveness.

As the sound of the engine signals Ariella's return, I swiftly gather the three books and hurry towards her bedroom, slipping them into my bag just as her door opens. Instantly, her presence washes over me, calming my nerves while simultaneously quickening my pulse with anticipation.

I sense her gaze piercing through me, likely questioning the reality of my sudden appearance. "Am I hallucinating or something?" she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with disbelief.

"Or something, Jailbait," I reply, unable to contain a teasing smirk as I meet her eyes. She swiftly closes the door, locking it with a click, and the corner of my mouth twitches with amusement at her cautiousness.

"What are you doing here?" Ariella whisper-yells, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, standing before me with a determined stance that belies her petite frame."I missed you," I confess, the words slipping out before I can filter them, knowing their sincerity might be met with skepticism. Ariella scoffs dismissively, her reaction stinging more than I care to admit.

I understand her skepticism, her hesitation to believe my words after everything that transpired between us. But her indifference cuts deeper than any anger or disappointment could, leaving me yearning to break through the walls she's erected and prove that my feelings are genuine."You aren't supposed to be here, Remi," Ariella insists, shaking her head as she maintains a cautious distance.

"I am supposed to be wherever you are," I counter, my tone firm with conviction.

"You are mad,"

"I know," I admit.

"Why are you here, Remi?" Ariella presses, her gaze searching mine for answers.

"Because I miss you. I miss you so much it's hard to breathe even," I admit, my voice is betraying the depth of my emotions.

"Weren't you the one who told me they don't need me and don't want to do anything with me?" Ariella's words cut through me like a knife, echoing the pain I've caused her.

My heart aches as Ariella repeats my own hurtful words back to me, and I find myself wishing I could turn back time and take them all back.

"I know, and I am sorry. I am sorry for every ounce of hurt I have caused you," I confess, reaching out to take Ariella's hand in mine. Pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her palm, I feel her shiver against me, prompting me to press another kiss to the delicate skin of her wrist.

Feeling Ariella's tension begin to melt away, I gently pull her closer, treating her as delicately as I would a fragile doll. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her into a warm embrace. I breathe in her scent, a familiar blend of jasmine and Chanel, it envelops me like a comforting embrace, just as it always did whenever I felt myself spiraling out of control.

As I hold her, the urge to do more than simply embrace her intensifies. I long to kiss her, to make love to her, but I know that rushing things will only push her further away. She doesn't trust me as she once did, and I understand that I need to earn back that trust. So instead, I gently pat the back of her head, feeling her gradually relax into my embrace. She stands closer to me now, her body pressing against mine, and I can sense her tension easing as she leans into me.

My dick that has been dead for two months twitches back to life and I feel it poking into Ariella's stomach. She doesn't move though, instead she goes still. My hand that was on the head, fists in her hair and the other hand that was on her lower back, goes lower towards her ass. A whimper leaves Ariella as I slowly claim the lips that taste like my favorite flavor.

I hear Ariella moan, as I slip my tongue inside her mouth, licking her roof and sides. I tangle my tongue with her and I feel her melt against me. I pull her against me and she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her to the bed and gently lay her down. None of us break the kiss, not pull away to breathe. Ariella's arms start to roam around my back and my hands start to explore her front.

I massage her breasts, making her moan in my mouth, her sound vibrating in my mouth as she sweeps her tongue across mine. I unbutton her shirt as I trace my lips down her jaw, towards her neck to her pulse point where I suck, making sure to leave a hickey.

The taste of her skin blesses my taste buds and by the time I am done removing her bra and shirt, my mouth is already on her nipple, sucking and biting it. Ariella moans start to get louder and I have to shove my thumb inside her mouth so she doesn't alarm others of our illicit behavior.

I don't know how or when, but my shirt is gone. Ariella's hands rake down my stomach every muscle in my abdomen contracting. Her hands fumble with my belt, unfastening it. My dick springs free and a drop of precum leaks which is immediately wiped off by Ariella's thumb as she smears it across my crown.

Her hands are so delicate, so small in front of my huge dick, it doesn't even fully fit her hands. Using my arm, I hover over her body as I glide my dick down her center. I almost come, there and there. For two months I haven't touched another body, not that I felt the need to. But now that I am painfully close to her, all I can think about is ramming into her, till all she remembers is my name and nothing else.

Ariella arches her back, pushing her breast further into my mouth. I use my thumb to roll and pinch her other breast. I flick her nipple with my tongue and bite the flesh at the same time, letting her cries fill the room. It's so scandalous though, everyone is in their room and nobody has an idea that Ariella and I are about to fuck.

I push Ariella's thighs apart, her folds glistening with her juices. I run a finger from the bottom to top, making sure to press my finger a little and Ariella whimpers. His lower body squirming in anticipation.

I meet her mouth in a slow frantic and wet kiss and slowly push inside her. Ariella moans in my mouth and pussy grips my cock in a punishing grip. She is so tight that I can't find any words to form.

Leaning on my elbows my chain dangles and when Ariella eyes it, her eyes become glossy and so do mine. Because I realize there is something I have lost, which meant more than any light and insecurity. But there is nothing I won't do to get her back.

I start to pound in her, her breasts bouncing with every intentional thrust. She looks so fucking sexy under me as I ravage her body. I take one of her pink nipples in my mouth. I don't stop, I keep pushing into her and when I feel her pussy clench around me, her eyes roll back as the orgasm it about to rip through her but then the phone ringtone cuts through her grunts and moans, killing the moment.

My movement stop, the gaze that covered Ariella's eyes wipe off. Ariella looks at me, tears fill her eyes as dread consumes me. My dick is still in her pussy but I don't feel it clench around me anymore, like it did moments ago. Ariella pushes me off her, separating us.

As Ariella limps toward her phone, I can see the turmoil in her expression. She declines a call and her chin starts to wobble as tears cascade down her cheeks. I want to reach out, to comfort her, but I know she needs space. She taps away at her phone before retreating to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

I'm left sitting there, feeling helpless. Ariella clearly thinks this is a mistake, and I can't blame her. I've only made things worse. She'll blame herself for everything, and I hate that I've caused her so much pain.

I run a hand through my hair, unsure of what to do next. I want to show her that I'm willing to wait, that I'm sorry for everything, but I fear I've ruined any chance we had. Still, I refuse to give up.

Time passes, and Ariella doesn't emerge from the bathroom. I realize she needs more time, but I can't help but worry. I knock softly on the bathroom door, hoping she'll let me in, hoping I can make things right.

I wait there, leaning against the door, my heart heavy with guilt and regret.

"Ariella, let me in," I say softly, my voice barely a whisper. I hear a sob from the other side of the door, and my heart breaks even more. I've caused her so much pain.

"Please," I plead, my voice trembling with emotion. I won't leave until we talk, until I can try to make things right.

After what feels like an eternity, Ariella opens the door, her face streaked with tears. I step forward, wanting to hold her, to comfort her, but she raises her hand and steps back. Her rejection cuts deep, but I know I deserve it after all I've put her through.

"What do you want, Remi?" Her voice is firm, her eyes tired and sad.

"I just want you, Ariella," I reply, my own voice breaking with emotion.

"Well, it's not possible anymore. You don't get to push me away and then come back whenever you want. You left me, and I want to keep it this way. Stay away from me," she says, her words like a knife to my heart.

"Ariella..." I start, but she cuts me off.

"No, Remi. I've had enough. I lost myself while loving you. You humiliated me, you broke me, you left me. It's getting exhausting now. The constant heartbreak, I'm tired of this pain. You were right, we're toxic for each other."

Tears blur my vision as her words sink in. "No, we belong together," I plead desperately.

Ariella gives me a sad smile, her eyes filled with resignation. "It's too late, Remington. This needs to end."