Dance With The Devils Songs Novels & Stories

He sat on his knees and then held his palm staight and showing infront of the burning candle by saying, "We all know that it does hurt while show our hand in front of a normal fire. But there is something special about this church. If you do not feel pain when you hold your hand in front of these candles thinking of something that has a good desire in your mind, it will surely happen. l got you because of me holding my hands always like this by wishing you as my wife. lf you have any eternal wish you can also do the same. lf you didn't has pain that wish will come true."

My heart was beating as I waited for Devon's scent to hit me and then he was there, standing before me. He said nothing. I didn't have the gut to look up and I was feeling dreadfully dizzy, the drink catching up with me. "You were dancing with Ivan." He rasped suddenly. I looked to my left where Ivan had just gone towards and sighed. "Dance with me." I blurted out, cursing myself silently as I saw the heat in his eyes. He didn't answer, just moved closer to me. I was terrified and aware of every single breath he took. My heart stilled as I felt his hand cupping my waist, pulling me close, the space between us decreasing until my nose was pressed to his chest; that's how short I was. I could

Amber only smiled and giggled. Devlin took a bow looking like a gentleman and he positioned himself with breast out and put his hands upwards in an exaggerated manner. Amber giggled more at his gestures. She played along with him. She bowed down and then let him pull her closer to him the moment she put her hands on his chest. He gently moved his left hand on her tiny waist. “Hmmm… I never thought that you are a good dancer.” Devlin was looking at her intently but there’s a smile lurking in his eyes.

Having the coolest moves was the least of their problems. At first, Cole, Devon and I stood together, dancing with our glasses in our hands, swaying to the beat and moving our heads, letting the rhythm take control of our bodies. However, it wasn’t long before we were joined by female company. Devon was the first to move away from our little group, with not one but two women hanging from his arms. I gave Cole a skeptical look, but he just shrugged his shoulders and continued to enjoy the music, until his eyes landed on a woman across the dancefloor and he gave me a mock salute before sauntering over to her, moving cautiously past the wild dancers bursting out their inner Michael Jackson.

With a voice like a sword on silk, he said, "Not this time." The room was filled with gasps, but nobody intervened to stop him. As though they had witnessed this event before. As though they, too, were anticipating its conclusion. His hand pressed against the small of her back as he drew her near. When the music started up again, the rhythm had changed; it was sharper, faster, and there was a hammering heartbeat between them. The dance turned into a test. In an unconscious conflict between what was and what could be, their bodies moved in perfect unison. "You remember, don't you?" he whispered as his fingers grew tighter around hers and his breath blew across her cheek.

“Stop, please! This was a mistake. I only wanted a peck on the cheek!” He stepped back a little, scoffing in disbelief. “A peck on the cheek? What? Am I a kid?” Then his eyes glowed as if challenged, and he leaned in towards me. “You should know that the devil never sleeps. You can’t get away with a sneaky peck on the cheek. So the next time, don’t play with fire if you fear getting scorched.” He walked away towards the restaurant. “I need a drink.”

"Because I'm hard for you." "This is a devil's bargain," she mutters. I lean my face down, kiss her jaw, cup one heavy breast with my free hand, weigh it like I wanted to from the first moment I saw her naked. I rub her pussy. "Are you going to come on the devil's hand, then?" I ask. She fists her hands, punches my chest. It doesn't hurt. I wonder if she meant for it to. Probably. It's quiet, the only sound that of her wet arousal.

I don't know what's worse-the fear of seeing him again or the fear of what I'll feel when I do. When the door finally opens, my body betrays me again. My pulse spikes, my breath hitches, my skin prickles with heat. It's him. Dante steps inside, suit crisp, dark hair swept back, eyes gleaming like the devil himself. He doesn't even look at the mess on the rug. His gaze goes straight to me. "Good evening, doll." "Go to hell." His grin is slow, deliberate. "Still keeping me company, I see."

Mason ever the trouble maker oohed… ”Spit it out Liana…what is cooking in that pretty little head of yours? “One of my bucket list items,” she continued, “is to attend either Holi or Diwali in India.” Dev’s eyes softened, surprised by the heartfelt request. “And if you lose?” “I’ll compose a song just for you.” Silence. Then Dev smiled and offered his hand. “Deal.” They shook hands on it. The final round was brutal. Slow. Calculated. Every card drawn felt like a held breath. And then— Dev froze. She didn’t.

So tender and so sweet. Althaia wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands slid down to her ass, lifting her to me. I fucking loved those legs around me. “Want to dance with The Devil in the sheets?” I asked against her lips, already walking us over to the bed. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” She leaned slightly back to look at me. “Why not?” “I, uh…happen to be kind of…loud?” I smiled when her cheeks started to get flushed.