Page 46 of The Devil
“You know the Spanish word for devil is ‘diablo’?” I whisper, still with my hands buried inside of his hair. “I think that’s what I’ll call you this weekend, my ‘naughty diablo’.”
“I can live with that,” he says as he begins moving down my body, sucking and nipping at the same time as looking into my eyes.
“Stop, come back up here to me,” I say, gesturing with my hands. “I want you to actually make love to me, Diablo. Can you do that for me?”
He looks at me intensely, contemplating what I’ve just said to him, before nodding and taking hold of me inside his arms. His kisses begin to come thick and fast. I try to lose myself in this moment, to take his touch for what it is, but no matter how hard I try, something is playing on my mind. Something that threatens to ruin everything we have in the here and now.
“What did you mean when you said I was the only person you would consider having a relationship with?”
“Exactly what I said,” he mutters between sucking my flesh into his warm, wet mouth. I’m writhing beneath him, but my mind is still working on overtime. I’m so confused by his need to consume me, but always at arms’ length.
“But you won’t,” I whisper, as if to myself, though I know he heard me, for he immediately stops his oral assault on my stomach.
His eyes move up to look at me from where he is hovering over my abdomen; his tongue is still in contact with the space between my breasts and belly button. He says nothing, which says everything, though I still feel a need to punish myself by probing further.
“Have a relationship with someone. You won’t, will you?” My heart drops when I see his eyes look away from me, the answer to my question is written all over his face. Shaking away my disappointment, I lift his chin to look back at me. “It’s ok, Lucius, don’t stop.”
We slide each other’s costumes off and shortly after, he slides inside of me from between my legs, which I use to wrap around him. It’s my old friend, the missionary, but somehow, I find it all the more intense with Lucius. No matter what I do, however much it hurts, he will always bemyperson, even if no one can be his.
He moves slowly at first, making me feel loved and needed, as if his body is apologizing for his inability to commit to anything more than what this is between us. He peppers me with gentle kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tilt my hips to meet him more deeply and he moans over the sensation of me clenching all around him. When I come, I hold myself around his cock so hard that he soon follows with a groan against my hair. We lie still for a while afterward, just feeling content to be in each other’s arms.
“I can’t fall in love with you again, Lucius,” I whisper as he rests his head on top of my chest. “It broke me the last time.”
He doesn’t reply for a while, and I end up closing my eyes sadly over his silence.
“I think you still love me now, Helena. I can’t help but still want you to love me.”
He asks me with a fear of doubt in his mind. Lucius needn’t doubt my feelings for him, for even I know my feelings have already reignited, and in such a short time. However, this time, he doesn’t sound like the smug devil who is forever trying to seduce me. This time, he sounds like the little boy who is desperate to be loved, desperate to be wanted. Leaning up onto his elbows over me, he studies the silent tears falling down my cheek and kisses them away.
“You’re messing with my head all over again, Lucius, why would you say that?”
“You said you understood, that you knew what this was, Helena,” he says sadly.
Butwhyis he sad? If this is nothing but sex, why does he care how I feel? I throw my hands over my face and sigh heavily to ward off the urge to cry. He pulls them away and moves up to look at me more carefully, his eyes holding me captive.
“The devil doesn’t get to fall in love, Helena,” he says, looking sincere. “If he gets too close, he sends his love to hell. I would rather send myself there alone than condemn you to that kind of life. Even if it means I lose you.”
“Why do you think that about yourself, Lucius?” I whisper, placing my hands on his cheeks.
“I was told the truth a long time ago,” he says with a smile so sad, it’s even more heartbreaking to see than if he had broken down into tears.
Unfortunately, I can’t think of any words with which to answer him, so I say nothing. After a few moments of silence, he pulls away and gets to his feet, pulling me up with him.
“Come with me, Topolina. Sometimes the devil can walk amongst mortals without condemnation. This is that time…with you, only you.”
His smile is enough to snap me out of my funk, and his words remind me to enjoy the time we have together. So, even though I’m going to regret this come Monday, I smile back and let him lead me into the water.
“Making love on a beach isn’t at all as romantic as I thought it would be,” I giggle as I brush the sand away from what feels like every crevice on my body.
“Well, there’s always the sea,” he says as he hauls me over his shoulder and marches us further into the water with my bare ass on show.
Sex with Lucius is beyond euphoric and something I could repeat multiple times on a daily basis. I make up for the fact that I can never have this beyond this weekend by letting him have me on board the boat when we make our way back to the harbor. We go down on one another with greed and lust; I even lose count of the number of orgasms I have. After, when I’m severely sensitive down there, I have a much-needed shower before heading up to have dinner on the top deck.
Chapter 19
Lucius
She’ll be waiting for me, I know this, but I’m stuck inside the shower, trying to shake off this feeling of anguish.