True Love

(Warning; Eroticism, pain, Satan )

Roses have thorns.

Beware.

His smell enticed her. His colourful words captured her mind. The silky deepness of his eyes drew her to him.

His fingers pinched and pulled her nipples. He was deep inside her. Slowly pounding; pushing. In.

The pain of his pinching was enough to make her gasp and thrust her hips to meet him.

“You belong to me now”, he hissed into her ear before biting her neck.

She wished he would suck her blood like a vampire, taking her into him. Her fingers dug into his back. Pleasure and pain entwined. His

hands clawed into her breasts, drawing blood; their bodies moved as one. His lips crushed hers as he exploded inside her and she responded like fireworks.

Her teeth drew blood from his shoulder as he continued to pound her.

“Don’t stop!′ she hissed.

“Don’t stop!”

He had sold his soul for her. But now she was his and he knew they would never be partied.

He finally had her.

The Devil’s daughter.