Wicked Obsession

29.5

H. Styles

Tuesday, July 30

This is... different, I think to myself as I lay in bed with my arm wrapped snugly around Aurora. I've never slept with a woman before. It's usually a quick fuck. Their souls repulse me. The overwhelming lust and lies that spin from their lips to impress me, it's just fucking pathetic. But, there were a few whom were not this way. I have met and been with some made of porcelain, weak and meager... they break so easily, and it's become redundant.

This women is different though.

As if on cue, she sighs deeply and I am entranced as I watch her turn to face away from me, only to sigh once more before stilling again. I twist a piece of her dark brown hair between my fingers and just stare at her. Damn. 

She is beauty. 

Everything about her in this moment is perfect. The way her hair is sprawled across the pillows, beautifully tangled from me pulling on it earlier. Her beautiful body only covered by a thin sheet that clings to her skin and outlines her curves. I want her. I almost wake her up but then I remember all of the times we have fucked tonight... If I am a Prince of Lust, she is Aphrodite.

She is perfect in every fucking way. The shape of her body and natural grace when she moves is mesmerizing. That inferno that blazes within her soul. So tantalizing... I adore watching it burn and sizzle behind her grey eyes. Those eyes— they tell me everything, her darkest thoughts, deepest secrets. She tries to resist it but she cannot hide from me. What I am absolutely infatuated with though is her bravery and strength. Not many can withstand what she has been through, but it's not even just her physical strength. She tries so fucking hard to resist the call her soul has to mine.

I've known I had to have her from the moment I laid eyes on her. The dark aura that surrounded her hit me like a freight train. Then again when she poured wine in my lap and taunted me as she escaped that evening. It wasn't just her soul that drew me in though, it was her direct glare even though she was clearly scared shitless. It was everything. 

I'm still a demon though and she fucking pushes me. Her stubbornness has been my greatest enemy. It pisses me off to the point that I could murder her. Take the soul she has willfully given me and force her submission until she is nothing more than my puppet, to manipulate however and whenever I please. But even then... such thoughts are short lived, once I see that fire burning in her eyes as she defies me. We both know she is fucking terrified of me but— she doesn't care.

She is free of her fear and acts accordingly. She slapped me in the face for fucks sake. I could practically taste her fear, but she still did it. No matter how fucking mad I get or how bad I push her to her limits, that fire keeps burning and she fights back. Well, not always... 

No, not always. 

I nearly managed to snuff it out, but I was weak. That is the effect she has on me. Seeing her as my willing servant that heeded my every beck and call... It repulsed me. It nearly killed Aurora forever, leaving a shell of the woman she used to be. I didn't want that. That is not the woman I desire. I went to great lengths to get her back. I stooped low enough to possess that fucking scum of an ex-boyfriend. Cameron. I entered his body and immediately felt rage towards Aurora and I. Jealousy had started to rip through the fabric of his delicate soul and it was bleeding into him. He wanted revenge against Aurora for what she had done, for making a fool of him. He was nearly resolved that he would risk anything to get it too— but it was no match for me.

I possessed him, tortured him inside his own body until he was weak enough for any demon to possess. Then I forced Darcy to go into him and use his tongue to say the words Aurora needed to hear that day she was so lifeless at work. Darcy played her part well then once he was no longer useful to me, I took his soul and damned it strait to the deepest pits of Abaddon.