Run With The Devil

The Game We Play

I straddled myself on him as he sat up against the headboard, his back resting comfortably on the bedframe. The dim lighting of the room made the atmosphere feel even more intimate, casting soft shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw. His eyes followed my every move, that signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You've been playing with fire all day, Lyra," Deon said, his voice low, teasing, but there was an edge of warning. His hands rested on my hips, his fingers pressing gently into my skin, not yet tightening his grip, but I could feel the tension building. "Think you can handle the heat?"

I let out a playful chuckle, shifting my body closer to his, teasing him as my legs rested on either side of him. The weight of my body pressing against his made his eyes darken with that familiar intensity I'd come to recognize, the one that always seemed to promise something more.

"Oh, I'm sure I can handle it," I whispered, leaning down slightly, my lips just inches from his. I wasn't going to kiss him, not yet. That would be too easy. Instead, I hovered there, my breath mingling with his, daring him to make the first move.

Deon's eyes narrowed, his smirk fading as his expression grew more serious. "You think you're in control here, don't you?" he asked, his voice dropping even lower.

I shrugged lightly, letting my fingers trail up his chest, feeling the tension in his muscles. "Maybe. Maybe not," I replied, my voice just as teasing as before. "I guess we'll find out."

His grip on my hips tightened slightly, pulling me closer. "You know what happens when you push me too far, don't you?" There was something in his tone-something almost dangerous, but I knew it was all part of the game we played.

I laughed softly, leaning back a bit, letting him take in the sight of me, knowing full well what I was doing. "Maybe I want to push you," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe I want to see how far I can take this."

Deon's hand moved to the small of my back, pulling me flush against his chest. "Careful what you wish for, Lyra."

My heart pounded, but I wasn't backing down. This was part of who we were-constantly teasing, pushing each other to the edge. It was thrilling, the way we danced around each other, always just on the verge of something more. I knew the power I had over him, and I knew he was aware of it too.

But I also knew that Deon never let me get too far before he reminded me who was really in control. That was part of the excitement.

I leaned in close again, this time brushing my lips ever so lightly against his, teasing him with the barest touch. "Maybe you're the one who should be careful," I whispered, my voice soft but filled with challenge.

Deon's hand slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me in for a kiss, no longer holding back. It was intense, as it always was with him, filled with that same electric energy that had been building between us all day. I responded immediately, my hands gripping his shoulders as I kissed him back, letting him take control, just for a moment.

When he pulled back, his breath was heavy, his eyes locked onto mine. "You have no idea what you've started," he said, his voice rough and filled with something darker, more serious than before.

I smiled, feeling that familiar thrill run through me. "Oh, I think I do."

Deon shook his head, but I could see the amusement flicker in his eyes, even through the intensity. "You never know when to quit, do you?"

I grinned, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Maybe I don't want to."

His hand slid back to my waist, holding me firmly in place as I shifted again, teasing him with the movement of my body against his. I could feel the tension in him, the way his muscles tightened beneath my hands, the way his grip on me grew just a little firmer.

For a moment, neither of us said anything. We just stared at each other, the air between us thick with tension. It was always like this with Deon-this constant push and pull, this never-ending game of control and surrender. And neither of us ever really wanted to win.

Because it was never really about winning. It was about the thrill of the game, the way we tested each other, pushed each other to our limits. It was addictive, intoxicating in a way that neither of us could seem to get enough of.

Finally, Deon broke the silence. "You're something else, you know that?"

I smirked, running my fingers through his hair. "I like to think I keep things interesting."

He chuckled, his hand trailing up my thigh. "That you do."

There was a beat of silence as he continued to hold me close, his fingers brushing against my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. "But you know," he continued, his voice softening just slightly, "I don't mind it. In fact, I think I'd be bored without you."

I laughed softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his neck. "Good thing I'm not going anywhere, then."

Deon's hand moved to my chin, tilting my face up so I was looking directly into his eyes. "Damn right, you're not," he said, his voice low but filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine.

I didn't respond, not with words, at least. Instead, I kissed him again, letting my actions speak for me. We stayed like that for a while, caught up in our own little world, the rest of the mansion, the rest of the world, fading away into nothing.

Eventually, I pulled back just slightly, resting my forehead against his. "You're really something too, you know," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

Deon raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. "Oh yeah? How so?"

I grinned, running my hand down his chest. "You keep me on my toes. I like that."

He chuckled, his hand resting on my waist again. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you get too comfortable."

I smiled, leaning down to kiss him one last time before settling against his chest, resting my head on his shoulder. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Deon wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as the two of us sat there in the quiet, the teasing and the games set aside for just a moment. In the stillness, it was just the two of us, tangled together, completely and utterly in sync. And for now, that was enough.