Kiss of Temptation
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,764
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Secrets of the Past
Kiss of Temptation
by Dark Seraph
Summary: A beautiful angel, a powerful demon. Was he her savior, or her darkest enemy? Could she surrender to the strength found in his embrace, or would it prove to be her undoing? M/F, Angst
Disclaimer: All of the characters and storyline contained within are copyrighted by Dark Seraph.
A/N: Thank you so much to those who have shown their support and encouragement for this story.
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Chapter 4. Secrets of the Past
Dante raised the intricately carved metal knocker above the door, allowing it to drop and echo resoundingly throughout the great castle. Calypso held her breath and moved closer toward him, not knowing what to expect waiting for them on the other side of the door. After a moment, two sets of footsteps were heard approaching from within, and the heavy double doors opened slowly to reveal a long stone corridor dimly lit with torches of blue flame.
Twin demons moved to stand in their view, both nearly as tall as Dante, and just as muscular. They were clothed in only tight black leather pants and black warrior boots. Their straight, silky ebony hair fell halfway down their backs. Woven black leather collars adorned their necks, and their wrists were encircled by the same supple material. Two pairs of deep blue eyes appraised the newcomers, and at recognizing Dante, they bowed their heads slightly and turned to lead him and Calypso into the castle. Their large black wings fanned out behind them.
Dante strode forward confidently, the angel following at a short distance behind him. She somehow knew that all the rules were different now, and dared not to act so bold as to walk beside the demon. “Wait here in the corridor,” Dante instructed quietly, before he continued to follow the servant demons down the hall. He looked back and met her eyes in silent reassurance before disappearing around a corner.
The demons walked up a set of stone stairs, which led into a room with a high arched ceiling, lit by many candles. A solitary figure entered from one of the wings, the click of her black leather boots echoing off of the castle walls. She was draped in a beaded lush black silk gown that clung to her slender, pale form. Black veils adorned her arms and waist, and the excess material of her garment trailed behind her, leaving rippling black shadows in its wake. The tender throat of her neck displayed an elegant black gem on a silver necklace that rested above the low neckline of her gown, drawing attention to her ample breasts. Her eyes were a deep, verdant green with long, dark lashes, her lips a lush, sensual red, and her raven hair a silky, shimmering waterfall that cascaded down past her sleek waist. The feathers of her beautiful wings resembled soft black velvet as she spread them and turned with a sensual grace to face her caller.
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“Mistress, if we may?” At her barely discernable nod, the twin demons immediately went to her side, each taking one of her wrists and escorting her forward protectively and with great reverence.
Dante gazed at her as if mesmerized. The demoness was enough to take anyone’s breath away. She was exactly as he had remembered her. Breathtaking. Beautiful. Commanding. Desirable. Any demon would consider himself grateful to be in her service. Dante went down on one knee and lowered his head in deference, his sword resting at his side, his wings extended around him.
She walked over to him and placed her hand underneath his chin, tilting his visage up so that she could gaze into his kind eyes. “Arise, Dante, noble warrior. Any former consort of mine should not be subjected to such formalities.” Her voice was sultry and caressing, evoking thoughts of a man’s deepest desires brought to life.
“Delilah,” he breathed, her voice awakening remembered fantasies of dark temptation within every fiber of his being. He stood before her, unable to look away from her beauty. One of her elegant hands came to rest against the muscles of his chest, lightly caressing the smooth, taut flesh as she moved lower across his rock-hard abdomen. Her other hand rested on his powerful shoulder. She looked deep into his eyes, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips against his for a kiss.
All at once, Dante was assaulted with past memories of how she felt beneath him, how their bodies had intertwined, how they had spent themselves in countless nights of passion with one another, exploring their darkest, most intimate desires and ultimately fulfilling them.
She kissed him thoroughly and deeply, not holding back, her full lips hungrily claiming his as she pressed her body against his. They fit so well together. Ever since he had left, she had hungered for his touch. Now he had returned to her, and she intended to take full advantage of the opportunity. “Come to bed with me,” she breathed against his lips, her hand lacing with his larger one.
Dante lowered his eyes, his deep green gaze locking with hers. “You know I cannot,” he said quietly. “The past is behind us. I had my reasons for leaving, and they remain the same.”
Her verdant eyes narrowed. “Then why did you return? You know that I am not one to be trifled with.”
“I returned because I trust you with my life,” the demon said reverently. He placed his hands around her waist and held her to him, looking deep into her eyes. “But now I must trust you with the life of another.” At her questioning gaze, Dante explained further. “I bring with me an angel who needs to heal in both body and soul. I know that if she has a chance with anyone, it is with you.”
Delilah drew in a sharp breath. “What you ask is forbidden. I would not do this for just anyone.” She placed her hands upon his strong shoulders and snaked them around his neck, leaning in to whisper into his ear. “However, you hold special favor with me. Your wish is my command, Dante, but be warned, everything comes with a price.”
“Very well. Then, it is agreed upon?” he asked. He knew what was to be required of him.
“Yes,” she whispered, her fingertips ghosting across his throat as she leaned in closer to him, resting her head against his chest and closing her eyes. It was as if he had never left. Her noble warrior stood beside her once again. She drew strength from his presence, remembering times past when he was not only her consort and protector but also her closest confidant. He had said that he trusted her with his life, but she felt so much more than that. She also trusted him with her heart.
Steeling herself for what she had to do, Delilah moved away from the warmth of Dante’s body and commanded her servants, “Wash and bathe the wounded angel. Make her presentable, and bring her here to me in two hours.” As they bowed and left, she turned to look at her former consort, her body igniting with renewed passion as she took in the full splendor of her demon warrior and led him by the hand to her bedchamber. “Dante,” she murmured huskily before taking his mouth in another powerful kiss.
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Calypso stood in the corridor, her expressive eyes wide as she took in her surroundings. Who was the occupant of this castle, and why had Dante taken her here, to such a foreboding place? He had said that this was a sanctuary, but how could she feel safe when every shadow cast by the flickering candlelight made shivers course up her spine?
Suddenly, the twin demons stepped out of the shadows and reappeared in the hallway. The angel glanced around, but there was no sign that Dante had accompanied them.
“Come with us,” one spoke. They turned around, expecting her to follow immediately. When she hesitated with uncertainty, they quickly walked toward her. Their main duty was to protect and serve their Mistress, and although they knew Dante, this angel was still not to be trusted. Her timidness and weak physical appearance could all be an illusion. It had happened before, and they would not be deceived again.
“Where’s Dante?” she asked as she backed up hurriedly, her back coming in contact with the cool hardness of the wall.
“With the Mistress. We are to escort you to the bathing room,” one said authoritatively, as they both continued toward her.
The Mistress? What kind of a place was this? Calypso trembled and bit her lower lip. These demons were physically intimidating, and she was frightened. There was nothing to stop them from taking advantage of her or hurting her further. She was still scarred from her past encounters with other demons, and trembled as she tried to keep her voice steady, pressing her palms against the wall for support. “I’m not going anywhere with you until I see Dante.”
“Do you dare to disobey us?” the other questioned. He looked at his twin and they simultaneously walked toward the angel, each taking her by an arm and forcefully leading her down the hall despite her fear of them.
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~TBC~
by Dark Seraph
Summary: A beautiful angel, a powerful demon. Was he her savior, or her darkest enemy? Could she surrender to the strength found in his embrace, or would it prove to be her undoing? M/F, Angst
Disclaimer: All of the characters and storyline contained within are copyrighted by Dark Seraph.
A/N: Thank you so much to those who have shown their support and encouragement for this story.
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Chapter 4. Secrets of the Past
Dante raised the intricately carved metal knocker above the door, allowing it to drop and echo resoundingly throughout the great castle. Calypso held her breath and moved closer toward him, not knowing what to expect waiting for them on the other side of the door. After a moment, two sets of footsteps were heard approaching from within, and the heavy double doors opened slowly to reveal a long stone corridor dimly lit with torches of blue flame.
Twin demons moved to stand in their view, both nearly as tall as Dante, and just as muscular. They were clothed in only tight black leather pants and black warrior boots. Their straight, silky ebony hair fell halfway down their backs. Woven black leather collars adorned their necks, and their wrists were encircled by the same supple material. Two pairs of deep blue eyes appraised the newcomers, and at recognizing Dante, they bowed their heads slightly and turned to lead him and Calypso into the castle. Their large black wings fanned out behind them.
Dante strode forward confidently, the angel following at a short distance behind him. She somehow knew that all the rules were different now, and dared not to act so bold as to walk beside the demon. “Wait here in the corridor,” Dante instructed quietly, before he continued to follow the servant demons down the hall. He looked back and met her eyes in silent reassurance before disappearing around a corner.
The demons walked up a set of stone stairs, which led into a room with a high arched ceiling, lit by many candles. A solitary figure entered from one of the wings, the click of her black leather boots echoing off of the castle walls. She was draped in a beaded lush black silk gown that clung to her slender, pale form. Black veils adorned her arms and waist, and the excess material of her garment trailed behind her, leaving rippling black shadows in its wake. The tender throat of her neck displayed an elegant black gem on a silver necklace that rested above the low neckline of her gown, drawing attention to her ample breasts. Her eyes were a deep, verdant green with long, dark lashes, her lips a lush, sensual red, and her raven hair a silky, shimmering waterfall that cascaded down past her sleek waist. The feathers of her beautiful wings resembled soft black velvet as she spread them and turned with a sensual grace to face her caller.
~*
“Mistress, if we may?” At her barely discernable nod, the twin demons immediately went to her side, each taking one of her wrists and escorting her forward protectively and with great reverence.
Dante gazed at her as if mesmerized. The demoness was enough to take anyone’s breath away. She was exactly as he had remembered her. Breathtaking. Beautiful. Commanding. Desirable. Any demon would consider himself grateful to be in her service. Dante went down on one knee and lowered his head in deference, his sword resting at his side, his wings extended around him.
She walked over to him and placed her hand underneath his chin, tilting his visage up so that she could gaze into his kind eyes. “Arise, Dante, noble warrior. Any former consort of mine should not be subjected to such formalities.” Her voice was sultry and caressing, evoking thoughts of a man’s deepest desires brought to life.
“Delilah,” he breathed, her voice awakening remembered fantasies of dark temptation within every fiber of his being. He stood before her, unable to look away from her beauty. One of her elegant hands came to rest against the muscles of his chest, lightly caressing the smooth, taut flesh as she moved lower across his rock-hard abdomen. Her other hand rested on his powerful shoulder. She looked deep into his eyes, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips against his for a kiss.
All at once, Dante was assaulted with past memories of how she felt beneath him, how their bodies had intertwined, how they had spent themselves in countless nights of passion with one another, exploring their darkest, most intimate desires and ultimately fulfilling them.
She kissed him thoroughly and deeply, not holding back, her full lips hungrily claiming his as she pressed her body against his. They fit so well together. Ever since he had left, she had hungered for his touch. Now he had returned to her, and she intended to take full advantage of the opportunity. “Come to bed with me,” she breathed against his lips, her hand lacing with his larger one.
Dante lowered his eyes, his deep green gaze locking with hers. “You know I cannot,” he said quietly. “The past is behind us. I had my reasons for leaving, and they remain the same.”
Her verdant eyes narrowed. “Then why did you return? You know that I am not one to be trifled with.”
“I returned because I trust you with my life,” the demon said reverently. He placed his hands around her waist and held her to him, looking deep into her eyes. “But now I must trust you with the life of another.” At her questioning gaze, Dante explained further. “I bring with me an angel who needs to heal in both body and soul. I know that if she has a chance with anyone, it is with you.”
Delilah drew in a sharp breath. “What you ask is forbidden. I would not do this for just anyone.” She placed her hands upon his strong shoulders and snaked them around his neck, leaning in to whisper into his ear. “However, you hold special favor with me. Your wish is my command, Dante, but be warned, everything comes with a price.”
“Very well. Then, it is agreed upon?” he asked. He knew what was to be required of him.
“Yes,” she whispered, her fingertips ghosting across his throat as she leaned in closer to him, resting her head against his chest and closing her eyes. It was as if he had never left. Her noble warrior stood beside her once again. She drew strength from his presence, remembering times past when he was not only her consort and protector but also her closest confidant. He had said that he trusted her with his life, but she felt so much more than that. She also trusted him with her heart.
Steeling herself for what she had to do, Delilah moved away from the warmth of Dante’s body and commanded her servants, “Wash and bathe the wounded angel. Make her presentable, and bring her here to me in two hours.” As they bowed and left, she turned to look at her former consort, her body igniting with renewed passion as she took in the full splendor of her demon warrior and led him by the hand to her bedchamber. “Dante,” she murmured huskily before taking his mouth in another powerful kiss.
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Calypso stood in the corridor, her expressive eyes wide as she took in her surroundings. Who was the occupant of this castle, and why had Dante taken her here, to such a foreboding place? He had said that this was a sanctuary, but how could she feel safe when every shadow cast by the flickering candlelight made shivers course up her spine?
Suddenly, the twin demons stepped out of the shadows and reappeared in the hallway. The angel glanced around, but there was no sign that Dante had accompanied them.
“Come with us,” one spoke. They turned around, expecting her to follow immediately. When she hesitated with uncertainty, they quickly walked toward her. Their main duty was to protect and serve their Mistress, and although they knew Dante, this angel was still not to be trusted. Her timidness and weak physical appearance could all be an illusion. It had happened before, and they would not be deceived again.
“Where’s Dante?” she asked as she backed up hurriedly, her back coming in contact with the cool hardness of the wall.
“With the Mistress. We are to escort you to the bathing room,” one said authoritatively, as they both continued toward her.
The Mistress? What kind of a place was this? Calypso trembled and bit her lower lip. These demons were physically intimidating, and she was frightened. There was nothing to stop them from taking advantage of her or hurting her further. She was still scarred from her past encounters with other demons, and trembled as she tried to keep her voice steady, pressing her palms against the wall for support. “I’m not going anywhere with you until I see Dante.”
“Do you dare to disobey us?” the other questioned. He looked at his twin and they simultaneously walked toward the angel, each taking her by an arm and forcefully leading her down the hall despite her fear of them.
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~TBC~