Saved By The Devil

Playing Nice

I've been living with Evan for over a month now and I've become accustomed to his mood swings. I try to do everything I can to keep from upsetting him, but he still gets violent at least once a week. However, there have been a few nice moments where we can just chill and talk. He's not all bad, but he's definitely got some fucking issues. There are times that I think if he weren't so violent I could actually be with him willingly. Honestly, I think I have Stockholm Syndrome or some shit. I mean I have to be fucked up myself to be developing feelings for him. I think it has something to do with him eating me out that night, I'm starting to wonder if this blood tie shit could be real.
"Hey bae" Evan called from the living room. "Coming" I answered, plopping down next to him on the couch.
"I got you something" he grinned.
Evan took a jewelry box from his pocket and presented it to me.
"What is it?" I asked, looking down at the box.
"I just want to apologize for how we started off and how I treat you when I get mad. I love you. I just need all of you. When I feel like you're keeping parts of who you are hidden from me it pisses me off. I can't change the way I am though, it is what it is. I just want you to know that I recognize that being with me ain't easy, and I appreciate you."
His words affected me in a way I didn't expect. I know it sounds crazy, but I could tell he was being honest. I took the gift and opened the box. "DAMN" I exclaimed. Inside was a 4karat yellow diamond ring. "Now this is an apology" I giggled. Evan leaned in and kissed me, but it was different this time, gentle. He kissed me like he loved me. I gave in to his request and opened my mouth allowing our tongues to intertwine. He laid me down on the couch, never breaking the kiss. Slowly and carefully he removed my clothes, his touch more gentle than it had ever been. Surprisingly, my body wanted him. "Fuck me please" I whispered watching the lust ignite in his eyes. He wasted no time entering me, but he wasn't rough, he wasn't just fucking me, he was making love to me. I had never experienced sex like this before, not with him or anyone else. The sex was tantric, it was like being high. We went on for hours, sweat dripping off of our bodies as we made use of the couch, floor, tables, and any other furniture in the room. Finally we orgasmed in unison and collapsed on the living room floor. We lay there with my head on his chest looking at the beautiful skyline of the city at night. "Tell me you're all mine" he breathed heavily. "I'm yours" I whispered into his neck. "Willingly?" he asked. "Yes."

Authors Note
Wait wtf just happened? 🙄
Does Layla really love him?👀
Whew, the ghetto 😂😂

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