His large hand stroked my hair gently, a quality I in which I was surprised he could portray. He was the Devil after all. His arms were wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his massive torso. Heat traveled all throughout my body, replacing my fear of him with content. His face was burrowed into the crook of my neck, hot breaths sending pleasant shivers through my body. "Oh Kitten, sweet, sweet Kitten. Your not going anywhere," he coos softly into my shaking skin. ~*~*~ 17 y