Escaping the Devil: Chapter Four

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Content Warning

This chapter is NSFW! This chapter is rated Mature for adult language, sexual content, references to graphic violence. This means that this is intended for audiences 18 and up.

Yui left her with a bone-deep satisfaction. The sort of ache that could only come from hours spent in pleasure. She lost count of the many times she came undone – how her breath hitched, and her hips trembled, and the world shook beneath their feet. Her taste was still heavy on her tongue – an otherworldly sweetness she was desperate to sample again. 

They knew better than to test their luck. As much as she would have treasured the opportunity to fall asleep tangled up in her arms, there were to be no overnight stays. Once their business was concluded, so too was their visit. 

The painstaking process of making her bed new again was less tedious when it was someone she enjoyed. Her movements were less hurried. Her fingers traced the sheets as if tattooing her lover’s form there.

The door to her apartment opened with a click, tension crawling its way up her spine. 

“You don’t have to make the bed,” a familiar voice greeted. 

She turned to face him. Her protector, her guard.

A warm smile formed on her lips as she leaned toward him. Her hands smoothed adoringly over his shoulders, tracing the defined lines of muscle beneath his shirt. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” she purred, her eyes lifting to meet his. 

“Matty got sick,” he explained, tracing her cheek with the back of his hand.

“Did he actually? Or did you make that happen?”

He grinned impishly in response, giving her an answer without saying a word.

Damien was an imposing man, standing at a staggering six-foot-four. He had a physique that would make the Gods envious – thick arms, a washboard stomach. Never mind the fact he was unbearably handsome. A square face, a deep, golden complexion, a full-mouth that begged to be kissed. He wore his natural curls as a short mop at the top of his head, the sides closely cropped, often boasting lines or designs shaved close to the skin.

Tonight, he had stubble on his chin. Eli barely managed to suppress the desire to stand up on her tiptoes to scratch her cheek against his skin like a cat.

Eli had many lovers. Most of whom were had for a night. But others — precious few and far between — were treasured. Adored. Damien was the first man she had allowed in her bed after Landyn. The last. 

When she and Yui finally managed to get out, he would be with them. She would insist on it. There were precious few people who inspired tenderness in her. Whose caresses could chase away the poison Landyn left in his wake. Damien was one of them. A man who was too patient and too kind for someone like her.

She traced her fingers down his midline, admiring the way a shiver raced up his spine. “I wouldn’t have gone for that fourth round with Yui if I knew I’d see you tonight.”

“I’m glad you did,” he purred, his hands roaming over her hips, nudging beneath the fabric of her housecoat.

“You enjoyed listening?”

“I always do,” he murmured against her lips. She relented to him, her back arching toward him as her arms closed around his shoulders. She treasured these moments of stolen affection. In his arms, she felt normal. Or as close as someone like her could get. 

There was tension in his hold. A hesitation in the way his hands wandered over her frame. It wasn’t often there, but when it was, it felt like shrapnel in her guts. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked as she pulled away, her thumb tracing the top button of his shirt.

“Nothing,” he replied, his thick brow furrowing as he watched her. “I’m just worried about you, is all.”

Her pride demanded that she play ignorant, but they had been seeing each other long enough to see through her.

“Landyn was… in a mood when you both came in last night.”

“Yes,” she said, her teeth gritting. “He was.”

“Did he–?”

Eli shook her head from side to side, her gaze falling to his feet. “A bit of pinching. Some hair pulling.”

It was sad that his relief was visible. Though, the undercurrent of anger was enough to cause her stomach to turn inside out. Her head began to shake from side to side, even before his lips parted. 

“He has no right to touch you.”

“He doesn’t.”

“Just say the word, Elizaveta,” he murmured, tracing the line of her jaw with his thumb. “Tell me when and I will make sure he never touches you again.”

She smiled sweetly, her heart writhing in her chest. It seemed to forever be between breaking and swelling while in his presence.

“You know we can’t.”

He snarled. 

“We will find a way out,” she whispered, teasing his mouth with the promise of a kiss. He sucked in a breath, tasting her inhale, urging her closer so that he could steal the plans from her lips. She resisted, though barely, the ghost of a smile passing her lips. “You, me, Yui.”

“You have to tell her about us,” he said, a half-smile forming on his lips. “At some point.”

“Someday. Maybe when we leave together,” she teased. 

“Oh come now, Eli,” he teased, his arm hooking around her waist. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“Sometimes a girl likes to have her secrets.”

“I know you have more than enough.”

“So, what’s one more?”

He made her feel light. Like the sun was held in her chest, and only love and affection orbited her. In Damien’s presence, she felt naïvely like she could hope. What she felt for him wasn’t the same as what she felt for Aria, no. She didn’t think any love could ever compare. But he was close. The contentedness he filled her with. The sense of safety. 

“Soon,” he reminded.

“Soon,” she agreed, her fingers working over the buttons of his shirt.

“I guess you’re not too tired then,” he smirked.

“For you? Never.”

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