A kiss under the Velvet Moon

Give in to me

While he was a sleep, she watched his body lay there motionless. The only thing moving was his chest rising and falling. She didn't dare touch him, then he would be all over her in seconds, that man had no limits. His appetite for s*x was never ending and she just really needed a moment to let everything sink in, to breathe.

That man made her feel things she had never felt with any man before, things that thrilled her yet scared the hell out of her. What if she made a mistake ?

It was too late now, she was already head first into a sea of darkness if she didn't keep her promise.

Well she wouldn't call it a promise per say it was more like an agreement between them. He would give her the world, and she would do whatever he wanted. She still didn't know what that might be. She couldn't even imagine what the Lord flames would want with someone so insignificant as she! She worked for a medical company, what would Satan want with medical supplies?

Maybe that wasn't he wanted, maybe it was something she was suppose to do.

Shrugging her shoulders, it didn't make any sense to keep running it through her head. He would let her know in time, she just hoped she didn't have to commit murder, r**e, pillage or plunder.

The room they were in was overly large and fit for a King or maybe even a dark prince. The walls were the color of deep dark cherry. All the future was dark cherry wood which complimented the rooms unique character.

The floors looked to be made in black obsidian and bloodstone. The tiles had to have been handmade. He had exquisite taste I would give him that much.

In the corner of the room was a huge ornate dresser, with shelves on each side between the large drawers. Each shelve was lined with old somewhat dusty books. He had a thing for literature, or it only appeared that way. Samantha loved to read old historical books. They were boring as hell but they held so much history. Tip toeing around the room she, wrapped her body into a burgundy red cashmere throw, she found folded up on a love seat style couch along side the bed.

The man had style, she definitely appreciated that, even his closet held treasures. Black name brand suits hung in rows along racks and racks of expensive ties.

He only wore the best from the looks of it. She wouldn't have expected any less from a lord and king.

She let her finger glide along the ridges of the wooden frame of the closet doors. Intricate carvings of curved ridges and round edges covered the woodwork. Walking over to the far end of the room, a large crimson rug was placed in a sitting area where a overly large cherry wood desk sat.

Samantha wondered if this was the place the lord of heat did his paperwork. What ever paper work a man like he would have. She was intrigued by the idea of taking a peak but didn't want to get caught snooping so she continued looking around.

Oddly enough there were no windows and no doors for entry or to exit. She wondered how the hell they got into this strange bedroom or dungeon, for lack of a better word.

Maybe no one else had ever seen this place other then her? If the lord of Hades need a quiet place to get away from work, maybe this was it?

Samantha stared at a painting on the wall, completely immersed in the colors and textures. There was a picture of an angel in the sky, the sky was filled with colors, the sunset breathtaking. Her gossamer wings were almost iridescent against the clouds.

Twords the bottom of the painting, another angel with torn wings sobbed into her burnt hands. Her once beautiful hair was black, singed by flame. Fire surrounded her, leaving her no means of escape. The name of the painting was called " Paradise in prison". She wondered who might be the artist of this beautiful piece.

It made her feel almost emotional yet, full of remorse.

The hot breath against the back of her neck made her instantly feel way too warm. Strong sensual arms wrapped around her from behind.

" How long have you been awake? I reached across the bed to find you but you had disappeared. For a meer moment, I thought maybe." Taking a small break to remove the material between them, he pressed his hard body against hers and continued whispering into her ear. " I thought maybe you had escaped , but then I remembered, there is no escape. I alone, hold the key to your existence and now ." He peered down between her lovely curves and hills. She could feel his mouth curve into a smile against her shoulder.

" You have the key to my heart around your neck and now you belong to me, forever. Forever we are one."

Pushing her slender body up against the dark walls of his bedroom, without a moment of hesitation he pushed himself inside her.

His fingers gripped her waist, grinding everything he had into everything she would give.