A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 191 – 200
SELENE FEELINGS 1
SELENE SMILED.
As I stepped out of the shower, the steam clung to my skin, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth. I felt a renewed sense of determination coursing through me,I wanted to make an impression that would stick.
I opted for a simple yet alluring white dress—a delicate, transparent fabric that flowed around me like a whisper.
It felt light against my skin, and I hoped it would convey both my vulnerability and my resolve.
With one last glance in the mirror, I brushed my hair until it shone and fell in soft waves around my shoulders. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead.
My heart raced as I headed toward Lucifer’s room, the door looming in front of me. I had never set foot in his personal space before, and a part of me felt like I was about to cross a threshold into the unknown.
When I stepped inside, I was hit by a wave of his essence—dark and intoxicating. The room was vast, filled with rich colors and elegant furnishings that spoke of his power and status.
I took a moment to let it all sink in, my gaze wandering over the space. The walls were adorned with artwork, each piece telling a story of its own. It was both intimidating and fascinating.
I walked toward his closet, curiosity bubbling within me. I pulled the doors open and was met with an array of tailored suits, each one more exquisite than the last.
They were dark, like shadows waiting to come alive. I wondered how a man so powerful could possess such a seemingly mundane thing as clothing.
But then again, everything about Lucifer was layered, and I found myself wanting to peel back those layers, to understand him more deeply.
Next, I moved to his nightstand, my fingers grazing over the polished wood. I opened the drawer, half-expecting to find something scandalous, but instead, I found several packs of cigarettes.
My brows furrowed in confusion; I had never seen him smoke. It struck me as odd that he would keep them so close, a hint of something personal locked away in the depths of his nightstand. What did they mean to him?
I closed the drawer gently, feeling a twinge of disappointment. I wanted to know more about him, to uncover the hidden nuances that made him who he was.
I lay down on his bed, the sheets cool against my skin, and I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of him—cologne, leather, and something distinctly Lucifer.
As I waited, I let my mind wander. Hours passed, and I felt the weight of the silence pressing down on me. I imagined him in meetings, commanding respect and authority, his presence dominating the room.
The thought made me anxious, and I shifted restlessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the minutes that ticked away.
I picked up my phone to check the time, realizing it had been far too long. Was he avoiding me? The unease settled in my stomach, gnawing at me.
I had hoped he would sense my intentions, that he would come to me as I lay here, willing to embrace the connection we once shared.
My eyelids grew heavy as I continued to wait, fatigue washing over me like a tide. I fought it for a while, but eventually, I succumbed to the pull of sleep, letting it envelop me in its warm embrace.
When I finally drifted off, my dreams were filled with shadows and whispers, the figure of Lucifer looming in my subconscious, both captivating and terrifying. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity that made my heart race, even in my sleep.
Time slipped away, and I had no idea how long I had been asleep when the sound of the door creaking open jolted me awake. My heart raced as I opened my eyes, adjusting to the dim light of the room. There he stood, silhouetted against the soft glow of the hallway.
“Lucifer,” I breathed, my voice hoarse with sleep…… He move towards my direction, slowly his eyes void of emotions
” I kept you waiting” he take off his clothes, left with his underwear before climbing the bed, my whole face has heat up at this point ” have you eaten?”
I nod ” yes ”
His hands slowly moves on my leg, to my thigh and when he notice I had no underwear on, he growl silently ” perfect, so perfect ” one could see it in his face, he had no plans of small talk, desire was oozing out of him…. It was clear that he wants me and badly
” Touch me ” I mumble, feeling myself getting at the edge” I need you to touch me ”
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 191 – 200
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