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Commitments are meaningless… all meaningless. “Quiet your mind, Davina.” I kept my gaze on the twinkling city lights as I stood on the balcony of his very expensive penthouse. “You are lost in thought again,” he said. “You need to silence that voice.” “I can’t.” “Shhh…” I closed my eyes as a pair of strong, masculine arms snaked around my waist from behind. He gently rocked me side to side, synchronizing with the rhythm of the music that was playing from his Ankara escort record player inside. “Such a brilliant mind,” he murmured in my ear. “It’s a shame that you burden it with such darkness…” “You of all beings should understand.” For some reason, I could feel his smile as he said, “I do—more than you will ever comprehend.” A cool spring breeze whipped my dark locks around me as I wrapped the bed sheet more snugly around my naked body. I was so exposed beneath the silky fabric, but I never felt so safe. The view from the terrace was so crushingly nostalgic. “We are going to conquer this world”—he kissed my shoulder—“you and I…” The next thing I felt was his hard body firmly pressing against me. “I want him to hurt,” I said, fighting back tears. “He will. Trust me,” he reassured. “We shall make them all suffer. This world shall soon be plunged into darkness.” I kept my eyes shut as a tear streaked down my cold cheek. Is that what you truly desire, Davina? I thought to myself, as I accepted the death of my eternal soul. “No tears now, broken angel,” he murmured in my ear, causing goose-pimples to form all down my arms. “My beautiful broken angel…” His voice was so deeply soothing. “Lovely Davina… Such a precious, tender soul you have.” I breathed out softly Ankara escort bayan and ignored the intensity of my arousal. “I’ve waited so long for this moment,” he continued. “…To be here with you; to collect what I have desired to possess from the day you were brought into this world.” “I’m yours now,” I involuntarily admitted. “Yes. Forever. You truly belong to me, body and soul. I will never abandon you. Not like the way he has.” “Every man I have ever loved has abandoned me.” “Because no man is worthy of your love. Have you blinded yourself to that fact? Can you not see? Has it truly taken you this long to understand that the only being who is worthy of your love is out of this world? He stands behind you now, Davina Faire.” I shivered inside and let him rock me side to side in a gentle motion; content in the safety of his embrace. “I am your loyal lover for eternity, Davina. I am the fire lit torch that will guide you through the darkness; I am your light bearer; I am… your Lucifer.” He placed another lustful kiss on my shoulder as I resisted the urge to moan. Everything about his presence was seductively captivating. “The taste of your innocence”—he kissed my skin again—“nourishes my ravenous appetite…” “Devour me,” I said with a heavy heart. “I shall. Escort Ankara When the time is right. I promise I am yours. Do you swear that you are mine, Davina?” “I swear.” His big slender hands gently cupped my breasts as I drowned in the music and let myself fall into an abyss. If this was to be my initiation, I was ready. I had nothing to lose anymore. I didn’t want to recognize myself any longer. I wanted to kill every ounce of goodness, every ounce of virtue that I possessed. I wanted it all gone. “Everything hurts,” I said, stifling a heaving cry. “I will take it all away.” His soothing voice was such a comfort to me. How could the Prince of Hell be depicted so demonically when he was so… Evil is alluring, Davina, a voice spoke from beneath the rubble in my conscience. “Listen to me,” whispered Lucifer. “Silence your thoughts…” I tried. But it didn’t last long. “Love doesn’t exist,” I restated. “Because the love that you wish to experience cannot exist on this mortal plane.” He brushed my hair aside and brought his lips closer to my ear as he said, “The love that you yearn for is nowhere near the amount that I am prepared to give to you. That is a sincere confession. I accept you for everything you are. There is no need to hide your shadow personality from me. I am your shadow now. You are never alone. Never.” Something was dying inside of me: my faith. And while I quietly grieved over the loss, my fallen angel enveloped me in his arms and spread his great dark wings. I couldn’t see them, but I heard them… that loud, sudden flap that sounded like a powerful gust of wind.
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