Dying Love
folder
+A through F › Devil May Cry
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,304
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Category:
+A through F › Devil May Cry
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,304
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
A/N: This is my first story it's not that good but I'm trying.
Prologue
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Disclaimer: I’m poor and I don’t own anything except a candy bar wrapper and they’re talkin about repossessing it.
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“What if he were to find out?” she questioned looking up to the man who stood above her. The room was dark; she could barely see the outline of her lover.
“He won’t find out.” The lover said caressing her check gently.
“How do you know? How do you know he isn’t watching us right now?” she asked wrapping her arms around his torso. She looked up to see his beautiful eyes staring down at her.
“Would it stop you from going any farther if he was watching?” he asked taking off his coat and tossing it into the corner. He hooked his fingers to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
“Probably not,” she replied kicking her shoes off to the side.
“That’s enough talking,” he said removing the rest of their clothes.
He picked her up and carried her over to the small bed in the corner, trying not to trip over clothes and shoes on the way. He laid her down gently while moving above her supporting his body weight on his palms.
She reached up pulling his lips down to hers. Her fingers twisted their way in to his soft silver hair pulling him even closer than before. The nights they would spend together were always full of heat and passion, the thrill of possibly getting caught urged them to get together more and more.
He knew her body better then anyone else, down to every little scar, every little bite mark that was left from their games. As many times as they had played he knew every where he could touch her to send her over the edge. Sometimes a simple kiss on her neck would cause her to want him. Despite the sneaking around the relationship was perfect.
To her their relationship was a terrible secret. She spent her days with another man, feeling his touches, his kisses. The only way she could stomach being with him and sharing a bed with him was to imagine it was her silver haired lover above her. It was all she could do to keep the names straight in the bed room. She wouldn’t trade it for anything.
She felt her legs instinctively wrap around his waist forcing him deeper as his thrusts increased. She could feel her stomach begin to tighten as she came closer to the edge bringing her lover with her.
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They lay there in silence for several minutes enjoying the warmth the other’s body gave off. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer. “I love you …” he whispered kissing her fore head gently.
“I love you too,” she yawned resting her head on the pillow.
“No regrets?” he asked caressing her cheek.
“Never,” she said drifting off into a deep sleep.
Prologue
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Disclaimer: I’m poor and I don’t own anything except a candy bar wrapper and they’re talkin about repossessing it.
---
“What if he were to find out?” she questioned looking up to the man who stood above her. The room was dark; she could barely see the outline of her lover.
“He won’t find out.” The lover said caressing her check gently.
“How do you know? How do you know he isn’t watching us right now?” she asked wrapping her arms around his torso. She looked up to see his beautiful eyes staring down at her.
“Would it stop you from going any farther if he was watching?” he asked taking off his coat and tossing it into the corner. He hooked his fingers to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
“Probably not,” she replied kicking her shoes off to the side.
“That’s enough talking,” he said removing the rest of their clothes.
He picked her up and carried her over to the small bed in the corner, trying not to trip over clothes and shoes on the way. He laid her down gently while moving above her supporting his body weight on his palms.
She reached up pulling his lips down to hers. Her fingers twisted their way in to his soft silver hair pulling him even closer than before. The nights they would spend together were always full of heat and passion, the thrill of possibly getting caught urged them to get together more and more.
He knew her body better then anyone else, down to every little scar, every little bite mark that was left from their games. As many times as they had played he knew every where he could touch her to send her over the edge. Sometimes a simple kiss on her neck would cause her to want him. Despite the sneaking around the relationship was perfect.
To her their relationship was a terrible secret. She spent her days with another man, feeling his touches, his kisses. The only way she could stomach being with him and sharing a bed with him was to imagine it was her silver haired lover above her. It was all she could do to keep the names straight in the bed room. She wouldn’t trade it for anything.
She felt her legs instinctively wrap around his waist forcing him deeper as his thrusts increased. She could feel her stomach begin to tighten as she came closer to the edge bringing her lover with her.
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They lay there in silence for several minutes enjoying the warmth the other’s body gave off. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer. “I love you …” he whispered kissing her fore head gently.
“I love you too,” she yawned resting her head on the pillow.
“No regrets?” he asked caressing her cheek.
“Never,” she said drifting off into a deep sleep.