The Devil's Redemption

"On our first date, you will be wearing a beautiful black dress; I would have it made especially for you; it would hug your carves perfectly." He murmurs, voice low and gravelly. "You'll let your hair down, won't you? I love when they fall on your face, Your lips will be painted in a red shade," he continues, his thumb grazing my bottom lip

"Why do you think they'll be painted red, Solnishko?"His hands glide to my face, thumbs brushing along my jaw.

"So, at the end of our date, I can remove it myself," he breathes. "I will take your lips between my teeth and suck and lick them clean. Then I will take you to my room,"His fingers trail from my cheek, sliding down my neck, grazing my collarbone, and lingering over the swell of my breast. "When we reach my bedroom, I will take that black dress off your body, I will throw you down on my bed and start removing my clothes, but you'll be looking into my eyes. You'll see a promise in them- promise of a night filled with pleasure and we will dance on my bed, Zayka. All night long, a dance filled with passion, pleasure, and just a hint of pain that you will crave."

"You will be screaming my name for hours, and by the time morning comes, your voice will be hoarse. Once we're finished, I'll hold you close-so close that nothing else will exist in your mind, in your heart, but me. Only my name."

"Then I will ask you on the second date, and you will say yes again. But this time, you will be wearing a red dress, your hair will be down, and your lips will be painted red again. We will repeat it all over again, then I will ask you on a third date, and this time you will be wearing levender just like your gorgeous eyes. I will take you out on dates until there are no colors left for you to wear, and then we will repeat that circle all over again and again."My stomach flutters as my heartbeat quickens. The image he paints in my mind feels too real, too vivid.