"You knew what I wanted, you knew what drove me toward the end of the cliff!" he'd burst out, his soft pale hands, gripping tightly against the wooden drawer, red along his cheeks as his delicate tears rolled down.
Like a Greek God I would call him
But he didn't want that
All he wanted was to be
John Tori
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- Description -
1950s London
They didn't deserve each other, but yet, they did.
A new assistant director indeed, Reed Samuels, the son of a wealthy family, and known to be quite gentle, soft in touch and small with words, innocence brimming from his lean body, persistant though, and through, gaining the responsibility, his dreams of being a playwright had never felt so far yet so close, as to suddenly, a quite eruption had suddenly bursted.
He would've never thought, that one day he would meet the Lovely James Green the actor of plenty, and truly well known, Hollywood embracing him, girls adoring him, the cameras loving him.
Starring in his next film 'The Sleeping Princess", taking place in London, Reed being assigned to it as well, what would dare happen in this forbidden romance as they suddenly meet?
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Every touch on your skin is hot, burning even, like it'll evaporate you if you take even one more. He has you pinned against the wall and is scanning your body with his now glowing red eyes. They only glow for two reasons- for anger, and for desire.
"Didn't you always read in stories that I'm a master of temptation? Of manipulation?" He breathes lightly against your neck, tilting your head by the wad of hair he's now twisted around his finger. Your heart races against his body as you realize once again the deal you've made.
"I never believed in that stuff," you squeak out an answer in between pants. His servants knock on the door, and with a snap, he locks it tight. You feel one of his fangs trace the thin of your skin and you jolt. He smirks.
"And yet you saw the unbelievable and still dealed with me. You brave, sexy little thing," He picks you up by the thighs and walks you to the bed that he's now snapped a black comforter onto before throwing you onto it. Just as you catch your breath, chains appear around your ankles and wrists as he traces kisses up your shin. You watch him crawl up your thigh just before catching a glimpse of the tribal pentagram on your hip that glows the closer he gets to it.
"You're mine now, Kaya."
WARNING: This story is HOT! SEXY SCENES AND Vulgar language, and a steamy, STEAMY relationship between a demi-demon and Lucifer himself. Viewer discretion is advised.