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Captivated by You
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Keep your fingertips on mine, toss me through a narrow line, yet I refuse to decline.
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Chapter 6, Lustfully Clean
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Incongruous, utterly incongruous. She was merely centimeters from falling from the bed, the angelic gypsy dare not turn around to reveal her eyes to his cruel, malicious features. Her arm leaned from the side of the bed, hanging limply her fingers grazing the wooden floors. She stared obstinately upon the stained windows, sleep would not come too effortlessly tonight. Minutes past like the amaranthine.
~Heart and soul of the Gypsy…
I feel sick. I want to vomit. I believe there hasn't been a single moment I felt content here. God, look at me, I'm a bird trapped in a stone cage. What am I to do? I spite this, this…-vulnerability! I play no role as the damsel in distress. If you shun me so, was this your meanings of punishment? With my few rights as a gypsy I understand my place as being worthless to you, but do understand I am no courtesan. I've read a few of your scriptures, and I have done as your word has said. You gave redemption to Mary! I always thought justice to be a virtue. Just being born into this status makes me automatically condemned? I desire to stop this relentless thinking.
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Lord Lucifer himself found himself gazing persistently upon Alexiel. A tempting watch beginning from her neck, traversing from the waves upon her sienna hair, ending at her oh so very luscious mid-back. He found rape to be indecent, to be truthful. Of course he himself was indecent, unholy, sinful, every other antonym to any virtuous adjective. His victims came by their own will, he contemplated the reasons in which he intrigued them so. Possibly his dominion? His physical attributes? His wealth? It never ceased to mystify him. Then again, it could be his own vanity.
Ruefully Alexiel turned to her back, her eyes fixated on the ceiling, she felt a wintry fingertip on her bare shoulder, on action she turned her gaze towards Lucifer who was now draping heavily over her. She let their eyes meet, the union of mahogany and gray. A word not uttered from both. Lucifer desired this body, although his conscious would not allow him to admit such a dreadful thing. Alexiel, however found herself pulled around like a marionette with the strings of aspiration and detest.
His fingertips grazed her full lips. As on time with a perfect tempo, the Lord and Gypsy met lips half way, both guilty of the first attack. Her subtle hands found their way to the nape of his neck, in which she fondled with his crow-black hair, he parted from the kiss, sending frenzy of nips and lustful bites along her jaw line and neck.
Eyes clamped shut, Alexiel allowed sins to take over just for one night, her returning graces for a God who has done nothing for her--cease, this is merely the effect of craving of. Lucifer found himself tugging at the straps of her nightgown, eager and impatient.
"This is his flaw?" she asked herself mentally, it was an opportune moment of demise.
It seemed as if the strings and straps of her night attire did not want to yield to Lucifer's commands, so instead the dark lord took a glass dagger from beneath his pillow, slicing the gown in two.
Alexiel deciding she would not be slaved about allowed her hands to molest the creases within his chest, back and abdomen. Lowering her hands to a secretive spot she managed a guttural moan from him. She smiled, fooling him, yet she was the one to be fooled for he too had intentions of vengeance. Lucifer lowered his body, kisses trekking all among her chest, an admit of carnal desire shown within her fervent movements. A battle of wits and cunning was their honest vision of curing the threat of covetousness.
She however wanted to use this yearn against him. Upon the second he reached his most feverish moment, she would decline. After a passion of caresses and kisses Lucifer began to confiscate her panties. She slapped his hand away trenchantly unable to contain her laughter.
"You fool!" mocked the angel as she slithered from under him, "You truthfully believe I would let you of all the men in the world have a taste of me?" she stood up, taking the sheet from the vast bed and wrapping it around her nude frame.
"A fool?" he inquired collected, yet he too incapable of containing his smirk.
Alexiel lifted a brow, then turned away to search the wardrobe for proper night wear, particularly a silver, silk robe.
The malevolent one stood up, scrutinizing her "…Gypsy, I can see into those eyes, do not act as if I am blind," he stated, striding towards her, his arms wreathing amongst her shoulder.
Pretending to act unaffected she began fitting her hair, "-You believe I am bluffing?"
"-I do…" he stated lowly into her ear-almost echoing like that of a whip crack.
"Do not incite me, you despicable, unworthy man!" she injected a seethe of infuriation.
"Infidel," he said removing himself from her, "The day shall come when you lust for me, and adhere to me," a promise he swore not to break.
He firmly turned her head to meet her stare, "You should not be so stubborn," his last words cocky, as he allowed her to bask in the so-called afterglow of the moment.
Compromises forbidden, two refusing a death, a love clad in lust and deceit.
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A/N: Wow, I am such a liar…-okay more of a 'I can put it off' type person. I'm sorry for not updating I really am *smacks self* ~_~;;. This chapter was just a stall, for I have no idea where this story is gonna go, writer's block sucks, the entire thing was like a free-write T_T please forgive me! But honestly I had a good amount of this chapter done a LONG time ago ^-^;;. If any typos existed I'm sorry, I just don't wanna edit.
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Disclaimer: None of this-look at the other chapters.
Captivated by You
.+.
Keep your fingertips on mine, toss me through a narrow line, yet I refuse to decline.
.+.
Chapter 6, Lustfully Clean
___________________
.±.
Incongruous, utterly incongruous. She was merely centimeters from falling from the bed, the angelic gypsy dare not turn around to reveal her eyes to his cruel, malicious features. Her arm leaned from the side of the bed, hanging limply her fingers grazing the wooden floors. She stared obstinately upon the stained windows, sleep would not come too effortlessly tonight. Minutes past like the amaranthine.
~Heart and soul of the Gypsy…
I feel sick. I want to vomit. I believe there hasn't been a single moment I felt content here. God, look at me, I'm a bird trapped in a stone cage. What am I to do? I spite this, this…-vulnerability! I play no role as the damsel in distress. If you shun me so, was this your meanings of punishment? With my few rights as a gypsy I understand my place as being worthless to you, but do understand I am no courtesan. I've read a few of your scriptures, and I have done as your word has said. You gave redemption to Mary! I always thought justice to be a virtue. Just being born into this status makes me automatically condemned? I desire to stop this relentless thinking.
~.+.~
Lord Lucifer himself found himself gazing persistently upon Alexiel. A tempting watch beginning from her neck, traversing from the waves upon her sienna hair, ending at her oh so very luscious mid-back. He found rape to be indecent, to be truthful. Of course he himself was indecent, unholy, sinful, every other antonym to any virtuous adjective. His victims came by their own will, he contemplated the reasons in which he intrigued them so. Possibly his dominion? His physical attributes? His wealth? It never ceased to mystify him. Then again, it could be his own vanity.
Ruefully Alexiel turned to her back, her eyes fixated on the ceiling, she felt a wintry fingertip on her bare shoulder, on action she turned her gaze towards Lucifer who was now draping heavily over her. She let their eyes meet, the union of mahogany and gray. A word not uttered from both. Lucifer desired this body, although his conscious would not allow him to admit such a dreadful thing. Alexiel, however found herself pulled around like a marionette with the strings of aspiration and detest.
His fingertips grazed her full lips. As on time with a perfect tempo, the Lord and Gypsy met lips half way, both guilty of the first attack. Her subtle hands found their way to the nape of his neck, in which she fondled with his crow-black hair, he parted from the kiss, sending frenzy of nips and lustful bites along her jaw line and neck.
Eyes clamped shut, Alexiel allowed sins to take over just for one night, her returning graces for a God who has done nothing for her--cease, this is merely the effect of craving of. Lucifer found himself tugging at the straps of her nightgown, eager and impatient.
"This is his flaw?" she asked herself mentally, it was an opportune moment of demise.
It seemed as if the strings and straps of her night attire did not want to yield to Lucifer's commands, so instead the dark lord took a glass dagger from beneath his pillow, slicing the gown in two.
Alexiel deciding she would not be slaved about allowed her hands to molest the creases within his chest, back and abdomen. Lowering her hands to a secretive spot she managed a guttural moan from him. She smiled, fooling him, yet she was the one to be fooled for he too had intentions of vengeance. Lucifer lowered his body, kisses trekking all among her chest, an admit of carnal desire shown within her fervent movements. A battle of wits and cunning was their honest vision of curing the threat of covetousness.
She however wanted to use this yearn against him. Upon the second he reached his most feverish moment, she would decline. After a passion of caresses and kisses Lucifer began to confiscate her panties. She slapped his hand away trenchantly unable to contain her laughter.
"You fool!" mocked the angel as she slithered from under him, "You truthfully believe I would let you of all the men in the world have a taste of me?" she stood up, taking the sheet from the vast bed and wrapping it around her nude frame.
"A fool?" he inquired collected, yet he too incapable of containing his smirk.
Alexiel lifted a brow, then turned away to search the wardrobe for proper night wear, particularly a silver, silk robe.
The malevolent one stood up, scrutinizing her "…Gypsy, I can see into those eyes, do not act as if I am blind," he stated, striding towards her, his arms wreathing amongst her shoulder.
Pretending to act unaffected she began fitting her hair, "-You believe I am bluffing?"
"-I do…" he stated lowly into her ear-almost echoing like that of a whip crack.
"Do not incite me, you despicable, unworthy man!" she injected a seethe of infuriation.
"Infidel," he said removing himself from her, "The day shall come when you lust for me, and adhere to me," a promise he swore not to break.
He firmly turned her head to meet her stare, "You should not be so stubborn," his last words cocky, as he allowed her to bask in the so-called afterglow of the moment.
Compromises forbidden, two refusing a death, a love clad in lust and deceit.
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A/N: Wow, I am such a liar…-okay more of a 'I can put it off' type person. I'm sorry for not updating I really am *smacks self* ~_~;;. This chapter was just a stall, for I have no idea where this story is gonna go, writer's block sucks, the entire thing was like a free-write T_T please forgive me! But honestly I had a good amount of this chapter done a LONG time ago ^-^;;. If any typos existed I'm sorry, I just don't wanna edit.
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Disclaimer: None of this-look at the other chapters.