Diabolic Desire

"Hm?"

"Nothing." I smiled pleasantly. Jesus. Christ. "I really hate you" I said under my breathe. I heard a small chuckle.

"Baby-" he placed his hand over mine, and slowly shifted near me.

"This is the first time you've called me that. "

"It will be used for special occasions only." he highlighted.

"What do you imply by that?" He hugged me from behind.

"It means you look very very very hot tonight." he whispered. His deep voice rang through my ears. Silence filled the air.

He turned me around and pressed his lips against mine. My lips sunk in his and I melted against him, because of the sensation. The weird feeling of comfort swept over my body, making my body grow hot.

I was freezing, yet he seemed like the only one who could breathe fire into me.
He is the only one who could heal me. Heal all of my wounds and scars. He is the only medicine I desperately need.