He looked at me smiling and stood up quickly, smoothing his hands through his thick brown hair. Light from the fire danced on his torso revealing every single definition of his incredible body of a God. The deep cut lines of his hips were visible where his black jeans hung loosely on them. I wanted him so bad right then.
I didn’t realize I was gawking at him until he smirked seductively, showing the dimple that formed by his mouth. My heart thumped hard in my chest, and I hoped he couldn’t hear it because in my head it beat loudly. He looked me up and down, scanning every part of my body with his honey brown eyes and making my stomach flutter from the secret desire I could sense he held behind them.
“How was your evening? Did you get any souls?”
I stuttered trying to answer. “No...I, uh...got there and could tell from the minute I saw the guy it wasn’t going to work. He was wearing a cross and was very blatant about his beliefs and religion. I thought I would take a stab at Christian Mingle this time, kinda add an extra sacrilege to the equation, but they are pretty hardcore believers so it was a bad idea. He would have definitely slept with me if I had offered, but there was no way he was going to agree to give me his soul; I left after the first drink.”
His eyes seemed to light up at the thought I hadn’t followed through with tonight's victim.
“Looks like you had a nice relaxing evening though.”
He laughed, looking down at his chest embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you back so soon. Let me throw something on.”
I walked closer to him biting my lip. “You don’t have to do that. I kinda like the view right now.” I ran my fingers down the defined muscles of his chest and stomach feeling his goosebumps form underneath my fingertips. I was tired of throwing myself at tons of perverted, disgusting men that I had no desire to even waste two words on for Lucifer’s army of darkness, when all I wanted was the hot demon I was living with while we were on earth. Seeing him standing in front of me was teasing me beyond control. I had to have him.
His stomach quivered when my fingers got close to the waist of his jeans. He grabbed the small of my back pulling me hard into him, roughly planting his lips on mine and kissing me more passionately than I had ever experienced before with a man. His lips were warm against mine and felt as though I had kissed him many times before.
I put my arms around his neck, not taking my lips off of his as he picked me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
He walked us to the bedroom and laid me back on the bed, holding his body above mine while he grasped each of my sides with his strong hands and ran them up my body as he peeled my shirt off and tossed it on the ground, then sat up on his knees fumbling with the button of his jeans. I moved his hands out the way, pulling him down to me so I could take over.
Kissing down his chest, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, watching him kick them off the rest of the way. He forcefully pushed my legs apart with his hips and cradled his hands underneath my butt, pulling me up to him.
After that, all I could feel was a fire ignite inside of me as we moved together, harder and faster. He softly bit my bottom lip, smiling a sultry smile as I dug my nails into his back, feeling it tense with each thrust into me. I had wanted this man from the moment I saw him at his office and now here he was, satisfying me with more pleasure than I ever imagined a man could do. We both finished with a final explosion of ecstasy, and he fell to the side of me still breathing hard and his body glistening with sweat. I laid my head against his chest letting him wrap his arm around my naked body while he ran his fingers up and down my back.
“I didn’t know how incredible sleeping with a demon could be.”
“I didn’t think I would ever be lying in bed with an heiress who can bargain with Lucifer and get her way.”
I laughed and nudged him before kissing him. “I always get my way.”
“Well, since we have been here for a while now and you’ve collected as asked, are you ready to go back?”
“I’ll never be ready to go back. I want to go to Heaven and if I can’t go there, then I want to stay here.”
“If you stay here then you will have to continue sleeping with these men to hold up to your end of the deal and after tonight, I don’t want to share you with anyone. You don’t just get a free pass. You made a deal with the devil and he always collects his debt.”
“I feel like I’m Satan’s pimp and I’m not getting anything out of it besides free drinks to basically try and forget I’m there with them.”
“Heavy is the head that wears the crown, my dear. You chose to do this.”
“Touché.”
I fell asleep to the sound of Roman’s heartbeat against my head and my mind flooded with thoughts of where to go from here. What if I could win my way back into Heaven, could I leave a demon behind who didn’t want to or couldn’t go with me?
I did the first thing that came to mind that I hadn’t done for the past 15 years; I prayed. I couldn’t think of how to start it since I had never really done it, so I began with the first thing I remembered from a book I read when I was a kid.
“Are you there, God? It’s me, Holland. I, um, don’t know what I did so wrong to fall so far from your grace besides being born, but I promise if you bring me back to Heaven, I will prove to you that I am worthy, and I’ll even help Azriel with whatever job it is he does. Oh, and can you please bring Roman with me? He may be a demon, but he is a goodhearted soul and should be forgiven for his sin. Amen.”
I didn’t awaken the next morning in front of the pearly gates, but I did wake up with Roman still sleeping soundly next to me and looking sexy as hell underneath the white linen sheets that he only had pulled up to a little below his waist, leaving his well-defined torso and hip indentations teasing me. I gave him a kiss on his soft, warm lips as he slept and headed out the door to meet up with this super asshole I had met years ago.
He was a tattooist in LA named Bobby Reeves. I met him five years ago at my friend's house and had spent an entire amazing weekend with him at his condo in Beverly Hills. He was suave with his words and I unfortunately fell for him hard. After some time went on, I realized he was the epitome of a lying-ass womanizer, so of course he needed to be sent to Hell – especially after he ghosted me.
I casually texted him that morning asking how he had been and, of course, he invited me back to his condo. Not a big surprise, he was always down for a booty call no matter how bad he fucked up. He was used to women throwing themselves at him.
I was dressed in sexy, skintight leather leggings and a blush pink crop top with thigh high boots.
Bobby answered the door, grabbing me instantly and pulling me into his tattooed arms, and delivered a hard, passionate kiss on my lips.
“Well, hello to you too. Guess we don’t need to catch up.”
He smiled, embarrassed, but I preferred to get this over with because I was still pretty bitter about the ghosting, so I kissed him once more.
“I didn’t think I would hear from you again after we...” He paused for a minute, ashamed, “stopped talking.”
“Yeah, well, I’m over it. I know your lifestyle and the past is the past, right? No reason to hold a grudge against someone who I was warned about.”
He looked relieved and grabbed my hand, leading me the rest of the way inside. It was just as I had remembered it. Full of some artwork he had drawn and a few random guitars hanging on the wall.