He forced back the groan when the emotions rippled through him from all over, but it was hers that did it in. He'd never wanted something, someone, as badly as he did. The unfiltered way she tried to shove it down, only to feel it resurface had him at the edge of the seat and keeping his cock from pressing against the confines of the jeans.
Maybe one day he'd realize how restricting the body he manifested would truly be. But in that moment, he loved feeling how those truly felt when they had to sit across from someone that fascinated their very essence. He didn't care about the others emotions. Just hers and the way they resonated with his.
Was her skin just as soft as her personality? Would she shatter in his arms, allowing him to put the pieces back together? The mere thought of being able to touch her, have her under him, and defile her was too much. He'd take her all the way down to his level if he could. Watch her succumb to every desire he felt until there was nothing left but needing more. And even then, he'd give it to her.
"Then I would tell you it would be my honor," he replied through a strained voice.
If there was ever a way to fuck up what they were doing, it was exactly what he was doing. Telling the woman he had no intent to date before, ask him out.
Oh, how the tides had turned.
Savannah's eyes widened slightly and it took everything to not smirk at the surprise etched on her face. It was adorable. "Right now?"
"It doesn't have to be right now." Asmodeus shrugged, raising the cup to his lips. He watched her eyes draw toward the movement, taking longer than necessary to watch her over the rim of the cup.
His cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. How in the Hell did men deal with this? He was sure there was some way they battled the singular muscle because it didn't seem to be going away.
"Well," Savannah began, trailing off as pink tinted her cheeks. An indent appeared on one side as she glanced away from him. Her finger nervously tapping on the cup. "I... I wouldn't be against it. If you wa-"
"I would," Asmodeus interrupted, knowing how out of her element she felt. Even if she was the one to initiate it first. The small burst of confidence was all she seemed to muster, even if the potential was hidden behind those brown eyes that stared back at him with the same surprise. Almost as if she hadn't expected him to actually agree.
There was no way he wouldn't agree. He wanted her. Wanted everything she would give him.
"Don't doubt for a second that I don't want this. Want you," he emphasized, making sure she understood just where he stood. The guilt he had at not knowing what he wanted at first settled deep inside him. His brother's worries and voice of reason had meant nothing when she was in front of him.
Did it mean she was safe? Probably not. If anything, it most likely put her in more danger than she would have been if he had let her walk away from the table that night at the club. Just a dance. He almost laughed at that, looking back. That dance had meant more than he thought it would. Meant more than it seemed either of them realized.
Standing, Asmodeus rounded the table, holding a hand out for her to take. It was the longest seconds of his life and he had spent longer in Purgatory. When her hand slid into his, he knew there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.
"Do you want this?" Asmodeus asked when she stood, her hand still in his that he wouldn't go of. He had to make sure. To know that he hadn't somehow messed with everything she was feeling.
"Yes," she whispered. The sound breathless and everything he had wanted to hear.
Letting her hand go, he rested it against her waist, letting the other weave through her hair and grip the back of her neck, tilting her head back. Not wasting a second, he leaned forward letting his lips settle against hers before she had time to change her mind if that's where it went. But if what he felt was anything to go by, she wanted him as much as he did, even if she wouldn't act on it yet.
One taste of her lips and he was done. He wanted it all. Every touch. Every sound. Every beat of her heart. Her essence and soul entwined with his. Condemn him again, but he would have it all. One way or another, no matter how long it took. She was the sweetest sin he'd ever committed and he'd pull her under with him.
He pulled her closer, feeling the curve of her body against his. The quick rise of her chest when she gasped against his lips. The swell of her breasts against his chest. The heat and desire that mingled together that he could feel and felt.
Fuck, she tasted sweeter than anything he'd ever had. And given how much that was, it was a lot.
Deepening the kiss, he held back from devouring her mouth and allowed his tongue to run across her bottom lip she sweetly parted for him. Every brush of her tongue against his felt unsure and filled with apprehension, but even that drew him in. Untainted. Innocent in every way that he wasn't that was a blank canvas he could paint and put together.
And she was all his.
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A scream ripped through the air. Birds fled from the dying trees that surrounded the grey building that had seen better days. The dull colors Savannah seemed to depict like life laid on the ground, just as dead and decaying as she thought life had been going toward. The paint was feeling off the sides, windows broken and some boarded up with graffiti that seemed years old.
"We're lucky this place is far away from anyone that could hear her," Asmodeus informed the second he walked into the abandoned building.
Light brown hair was matted and messy, framing an oval face. The familiar white fabric top the Virtues wore was anything but that now. It was almost a dark-brown with the blood that dripped from every wound and the dirt that blemished her skin. There wasn't an inch on her that hadn't been put through whatever Satan or Leviathan had thought of. The only thing that didn't look as untouched were the black loose fitting pants they always wore. Just like what their own essences should ooze, but they didn't.
It was a shame, really.
The Virtue grasped her shoulder where her skin bled, bubbling and burned. Jaded colored eyes flicked between them all from where she kneeled on the ground inside the pentagram.
She must have realized how helpless she was inside the thing. No one had escaped it so far. They had worked to hard to get it right and mess up.
"Did you have fun with your toy?" Leviathan questioned, leaning against a beam, as usual, a lit cigarette between his lips.
As if those things actually did anything for them. He swore his brother just like watching something burn.
"For Hellfire's sake," Belphegor grumbled beside Beelzebub and Satan who stood around the Virtue. "Can you not today, Levi?"
Asmodeus ignored them both, opting to stare at Satan. "What do we know?"
"Know?" Leviathan cut in, snorting before Satan could speak, earning their brother a hard glare.
Leviathan smirked in response, flicking the used cigarette onto the cement ground. "He would know if he had been here and not stuffing his di-"
Asmodeus wouldn't hear another word, cutting his brother off. "Fuck you."
Heat flared in the building before the roar of flames broke between him and Leviathan. The room lit up just as brightly before they died down, returning to it's rightful owner.
Asmodeus turned to Satan, jaw clenched with unsaid words he kept inside. Satan's eyes burned just as brightly as the flames had as he reigned it in, letting them simmer back in place. "I said that was enough. Both of you." Satan kept his gaze on him and Asmodeus knew what was coming. "Get your shit together. We didn't come up here to mingle. You're only putting us in danger by being next to her."
"She's a liability," Leviathan retorted, glaring at him.
Asmodeus returned the glare. "She will not. You know as much as I do that everyone we take away also helps our chances. She will turn her back on Him."
Beelzebub took a step around the pentagram, speaking up. "Did she tell you that?"
Belphegor and Satan both had their gazes on him. Leviathan was glaring at the Virtue in the intricate design made to ensure she couldn't leave.
"She doesn't need to," Asmodeus added, glancing between his brothers. He knew the doubt of someone like it was their own. Savannah had the same look in her eyes the night they met. It might have been wrong that he drew on the emotion, tugging and pulling it apart slowly, but he wouldn't stop until he unraveled the whole thing.
"Get her out of here, Leviathan," Satan ordered, glancing toward their brother before those blazing red eyes were back on him. "Make sure she's secure before you come back and I'll fill this asshole in on everything."
Leviathan moved forward, shadows crawling off the ink on his skin. The Virtue screamed as they encased her, becoming muffled through the thicket until there was nothing left. Just as quickly, Leviathan was gone and they all turned to leave.
"You really did it this time, dipshit," Belphegor mumbled, passing by him with a lazy walk.
"Fuck off," Asmodeus retorted, rolling his eyes. He stuffed his hands in his pocket, walking behind Satan and Belphegor. Beelzebub came up beside him, his orange eyes gleaming slightly with laughter but otherwise didn't say anything.