Page 23 of Love in the Dark

“One bullet … six chambers. A game of chance; a dance with fate.”

She spins the chamber, the metallic click echoing. The tension is palpable, their hearts pounding in unison. Cherrie's nightgown falls, exposing her voluptuous curves. Her breasts rise and fall, her nipples hardening. Azazel's eyes devour her, his gaze tracing her skin.

“First round to me. Now, it's your turn, my love.”

Azazel positions the gun against his temple, his eyes never wavering from hers. Cherrie's breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding so hard she can feel it in her chest. The tension is almost unbearable as Azazel slowly pulls the trigger.

*Click.*

The empty chamber echoes in the silent room, and Cherrie exhales sharply, her body relaxing a smidge. Azazel's grin widens. He lowers the gun, his eyes never leaving Cherrie's. He sheds his vest, revealing a sculpted torso, his skin glistening. His hands roam over his body, sending a jolt of desire through Cherrie. “Your turn, my beauty.” He encourages.

Cherrie's excitement continues to grow as she takes the gun from him. She brings the cold metal to her temple, feeling the chill against her skin. Her eyes lock with Azazel's, daring him to watch as she pulls the trigger.

*Click.*

Another empty chamber. Cherrie lets out a soft laugh, her body tingling with adrenaline. She hands the gun back to Azazel, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of fear and desire.

“We're both still alive, my love. What now?”

Azazel's gaze intensifies, his eyes burning into hers. "Now, we take it to the next level."

He climbs on top of Cherrie and slowly pushes her onto her back, his muscular body looming over her. With one hand, he pushes the gun into her hand, pressing it against her softskin. His other hand reaches down, caressing her thigh, slowly moving upwards towards her core. Cherrie's breath quickens as his fingers brush against her sensitive flesh.

“I want you to play with yourself, Cherrie. Show me how much you want it. How much you want me.”

Cherrie brings the gun down, pressing it against her breast–the cold metal contrasting with her warm skin. Her other hand moves to her thigh, mirroring Azazel's touch. She begins to stroke herself, her fingers gliding over her soft curves in teasing strokes.

“That's it, Baby. Touch yourself. Make yourself wet for me.”

Cherrie moans softly, her body responding to his words. She slides her fingers lower, finding her wetness. Her fingers dip into her warmth, her body arching slightly as she begins to pleasure herself.

“That's it. Keep going. Show me how much you want this.”

Cherrie's movements become more frantic, her fingers working feverishly as she brings herself closer to the edge. Azazel's hand moves to her breast, squeezing gently, his thumb teasing her nipple. Her breath comes in short gasps as her body trembles with pleasure.

Azazel takes the gun and puts it to Cherrie’s temple, looking her in the eyes, “Do you trust me, my sweet little cherry blossom?”

“With my soul.” She softly bites her lip

“Till we meet in death,” Azazel whispers

“Till we meet in death,” Cherrie repeats

Azazel slowly slides his dick inside of Cherrie’s pussy, and moans in pleasure, right before he pulls the trigger.

*Click*

Cherrie moans, wrapping her legs around Azazel’s waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. She then takes the gun and points it at Azazel’s chest.

“Deeper please, Daddy. I want every inch of you.”

Azazel starts to thrust in and out of Cherrie harder. Cherrie's orgasm builds, her body tensing as she teeters on the brink.

*Click*

Azazel's hand moves lower, his fingers sliding inside her, thrusting in rhythm with the movement of Cherrie’s hips. She cries out, her body convulsing with pleasure. She drops the gun next to them and pulls Azazel in for a kiss.

Their tongues move in sync as Azazel continues stroking in and out of Cherrie.

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