In The Arms of The Devil

"Marcus..."

After that intense kiss I shared with my husband, he drove me to our place. He was very eager while driving, cannot keep his hands off from touching anywhere. His hands were onto my thigh but then it's onto the next. He even strategically unclasped the hook of my bra with one hand while the other was driving.

"Suck it." He cupped the side of my face with one of his hands, then he put his finger on the top of my lips and offered it to me.

I obliged. I sucked his finger slowly and then I heard a low growl from him.

"Should we die on the road?"

I stopped and looked at him furiously. He then looked back.

"I'm just joking. You're cute when you're angry."

After that, the whole ride went silent.

Not long after, the car maneuvered to a high place. This is the place where 99% of the neighbors are known to be more than well off. Most South Koreans would live in an apartment but owners here buy their lot which is very expensive in this country and they also have to build their style of the house. We happen to live in this neighborhood as the lot property was already given as a gift by my father. Marcus' father was then the one to pay for everything else.

The car halted at a huge gate. Marcus clicked the controller for us to drive the car inside. He parked the car in its usual place. He took off his seat belt and went out to open the door for me.

He knocked at the car's window to gain my attention.

"Still mad, are we?" He gave me that cocky smile again.

I took off my seat belt. I stood up slowly from my seat to get out and faced him. He took a few steps closer to me and slowly moved his face forward towards mine.

"I warn you," I said.

He placed his hand on the car's window to support his body, while the other one is holding my chin.

"Warn me from what exactly, wife?" He placed his lips slowly on top of mine and looked at my eyes full of lust.

"From this."

I smashed my mouth unto him, kissing him aggressively.

"Marcus..." I moaned.

"Marcus... Marcus..."

Marcus was sucking one of my bosoms while the other one was squeezed by his hand. His right hand however was playing my lady bits already. I clutched his curly hair tightly clinging for dear life. I was tired just a while ago but now, I was as if possessed with vigor. I knew from the start in the auction room that it was him. He was challenging me. He wants to dominate me. This made me aroused yet his trails of wet kisses are the ones making me more turned on.

"You're so wet." He said after every suck of one of my breasts. He inserted one of his fingers inside of me and paced back and forth causing me to heave fast and moan loudly.

"Ahhh..."

He suddenly stopped what he was doing. He moved up to see me clearly and stared at me for a moment.

A prickle of his sweat dripped onto my face.

"Your voice is making me hard, Natalie." He opened my mouth and ravished his tongue inside it. Our tongues fighting over dominance and power. I grabbed his arms feeling the round of well-toned muscles of his biceps, as support. We were breathing heavily, heaving already, and if we don't stop, we'll be out of breath soon. I'm almost at the peak of insanity.

He touched the necklace that I didn't remove, still hanging on my neck, and said, "Your skin looks red like the pigeon-blood rubies already." His fingers touched the rubies one by one, leaving tingling cold sensations burning my skin as he pressed his fingers on them. "Your pale skin suits the color of blood.", he whispered into my ear and kissed me torridly.

"Sing for me, wife." He stopped kissing me and slowly made trails of kisses from my face, leaving marks on my neck, to my shoulders, to my chest, to my abdomen, until he reached the spot.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed. I was too engulfed with the pleasure he has been serving me and not noticing that he was already sucking me down there. His hands were clasping both of my cheeks as his tongue was sliding up and down, side by side, inside of me.

I couldn't get enough of it.

"Marcus, please..."

I want him inside of me now.

"I told you to sing for me."

My body was already tired, my feet sore, yet my mind is having its untimely adventure of seeking pleasure.

"Marcus..."

"Say it again, baby."

His tongue kept on doing the work while here I am, screaming his name from the top of my lungs.

"I want you..."

He paused for a moment. I looked down and saw him.

"I want you, Marcus."

I wanted him in me. All the fucking time.

"Fuck."

He unbuckled his belt and stripped off his pants, his groins baring naked. He inserted his self inside of me and slowly slipped in and out.

"I've been gone for so long, haven't I?" he chuckled.

"You miss me, don't you?" He asked while his pace was getting fast and-

"Yes..."

"Ahhh... You're tight." I watched his face and saw someone struggling with the bliss of pleasure. His curly hair was dripping off sweat. I spread my legs wider to let him have more access. I placed both of my legs on top of his back to squeeze him in further and further.

"I miss you so damn much." I tried to sound sarcastic as usual but the tingles inside of me made me sound the opposite. I felt him deeper in me.

"I know, you miss fucking with me." He chuckled. He then held my hands down and moved fast, in and out. In and out. He was rocking me. And I'm almost at my limits.

"Marcus."

"Natalie."

We were almost at the peak of insanity. Ready to release the built-up tension since the party. All the frustrations I had a while ago were ready to erupt in the form of pleasure and cum.

We were heaving loudly, skin to skin, sweat over the other, we were turning into one pace and movement.

"Natalie, I'm coming."

He placed both of my legs on top of his shoulders to gain more access to me and moved faster. He forced more of him into me. Until I sense his groins hardening, it was time.

"Ahhh! FUCK-", he exclaimed and not long before, his seed was already inside of me.

He removed my body from him and moved flat next to me. We were both catching our breaths.

I couldn't believe it.

I felt heaven in the arms of the devil.

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"I told you to quit smoking."

The room smelled of mint, of nicotine, after what we did. Marcus was already smoking his favorite cigarette again. The cigarette that makes me cough.

"So this is the kind of treatment I get after I come back?", he said though he didn't sound rather annoyed. Just his plain bored tone.

"You didn't even contact me for the past two years when you were in your said business overseas."

I looked at his reaction at the back of my eye and saw that he took a peek to see me.

"Not that I care anyway.", I said.

He paused for a moment and continued puffing out smoke.

"Don't be sulky wife, at least I came back. And I even gave you an expensive gift."

"A rather reckless move, Marcus."

"Here she goes again..."

"I could have won it over for at least 15 million if it wasn't for the fact that my husband, Marcus Lee, bid for it thrice the expected maximum amount of the necklace."

"Quit it. At least be thankful that your husband paid for it all."

I turned my body away from him. A moment of deafening silence then took over the room.

"It looks good on you.", he suddenly said.

I turned to face him and there I saw him staring at me. His eyes tell me that he was sincere this time, with no sarcasm involved. I guess he seemed different now.

"Thank you.", I looked away from him. I felt shy all of a sudden.

"Shall we make love again?"

And... He's still the same Marcus, I guess.

I hugged the blanket tightly, covering my naked body as a cold rush of the wind brushed the blades of my shoulders. I was already preparing to sleep.

"Quit it. I have to go to work early tomorrow."

Slacking off work tomorrow would be embarrassing. Everyone will know he was back.

"Alas, one of the unluckiest nights again. Turning down such a god-like being will give you karma." He put the cigarette away and shifted his body near me yet not too close to me.

Still the same Marcus, indeed.

"Sleep, Marcus."

Then right there, we sleep peacefully, with our backs facing one another.