Page 95 of The Devil

“You know, I seem to remember someone taking my virginity when I was her age,” Helena says when I close the door. “Youarebeing a little bit of a hypocrite.”

“Hey,” I say, grabbing her hand, “I’ve never pretended to be anything other than the asshole that I am. Come on!”

“Where are we going?” she asks as I pull her up the staircase.

“You’ve reminded me,” I declare before kissing her with animalistic urges, all tongue and aggression. “I’ve been meaning to re-enact that night for a while now.”

Helena

As Lucius slides between my legs, kissing and nipping at my neck, I place my hands softly on his cheeks and make him look at me.Reallylook at me. He moves inside of me, and I gasp; I always do with him because I still can’t believe we’re here, together.

“I love this part,” I whisper.

“Tell me why,” he smirks; a smirk that now belongs to me because I married that trademark.

“Because it reminds me that my little diablo got his topolina,” I tell him, then kiss his lips with a softness that tells him how much I love him.

“Mine?” he murmurs against my lips.

“Always!”

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