"You have embraced the wrong devil's arms, little dove." He whispered into my ear with that husky voice of his, silent yet caressing me like a beam of ray in the winter dawns.
He caressed that tattoo on my back, covered by the silky dress that I had donned. My breath got caught in my throat, had he figured it out? If yes, what was he going to do? Was he going to take me with him?
All of a sudden, I heard him chuckle, his chest vibrating with the affect, giving me shivers of pure delight. Those bright golden-orange orbs of his pierced my soul with the intensity they carried toward me. With gentleness, he pushed back the loose strands of my hair and tucked them behind my ear, his touch giving me such pleasure that I thought I might go insane. I had to get away from this wicked man, now!
"I shall await the day where you come crawling to me," he said as his lips grazed my face and slowly but sensually moved toward my ear,
"And beg me to keep you, as my personal whore or my queen wouldn't even matter to you, all you would focus on in that moment will be me and my touch, little dove. No-man out there will ever please you like I do. Do you know why love?"
"Because you're the devil everyone's afraid of?" I weakly whispered while his hands moved over my body, but he chuckled and whispered,
"Because you're mine, so quit playing games and just surrender."
You