Where the Devil Sleeps

Where the Devil Sleeps

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There she was, reclining on the bed wearing nothing but red, lacy undergarments. Her chestnut-brown hair fell around her shoulders, a few wisps of hair in her face, adding to this picture of relaxed perfection. She patted the spot beside her, gesturing for Larry to sit down. He did and she sat up slowly, placing her hands on his shoulders. Alluringly, she whispered in his ear, “Would you like to start with a massage, or should we skip to the next part?” Larry’s voice was hoarse as he replied. “The next part sounds…” he swallowed, “good.” She smiled at him, a glint in her eye. “Then let’s begin.” The devil is the face of evil. He tempts, he seduces, he harms, he kills, but does he love? Perhaps, but is love enough to change him?
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She looks back into his eyes with her drowsy ones, searching for answers. His lips suddenly touched hers and he planted a kiss. She felt a sudden burst of butterflies in her belly. Then, his hand cupped her face and he deepened the kiss. The more he tasted her lips the more he craved for more. He let the alcohol take over him and he sucked on her lower lip. She responded with equal force and did to him what he did to her. They clawed at each other, passion and lust exceeding coordination. Slowly, nearly subconsciously, She was going weak as she leaned in towards him.. Her wobbly legs nearly giving up on her. He held her firm, supporting her weight and preventing her from falling. Soon, he carried her to the bed and placed her on top while he watched her try to catch her breath. He restrained himself, cringing at the sight. "What's wrong?". She asked, sitting upright. "You shouldn't be here". It was her turn to remain silent. She just stared back at him with no expression decipherable. "If you don't leave, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself". He said huskily. "From what?" She asked with innocent eyes. "From you". "I'm not leaving". She replied, curtly.

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