#aakil

She accepted him for what he was, never allowing resentments to taint her feelings. When their gazes locked, his bright green eyes piercing through the tension around them, Mikki witnessed a transformation—a softening as he became utterly focused on her, the rest of the world fading into obscurity. Deep within, she held a quiet certainty: he was hers. He was her demon.

With a tender reach, Mikki brushed away the remnants of lipstick from his lips, her thumb trailing softly down his skin. She felt him flinch beneath her gentle touch, emotions swirling in his eyes like a storm. Regret and loneliness played across his features, and he appeared lost, ensnared in his own turmoil as he met her unwavering gaze.

A reluctant sigh escaped him, his brow furrowing with a mixture of irritation and vulnerability. “People like to dress up to sell their souls,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laden with unspoken emotion.

Mikki harbored no jealousy for the woman who had bartered her soul with the devil. To her, Aakil was simply that—her demon, ensnared in an existence that blurred the lines of right and wrong. There was no thrill for him in the transactions he conducted, a detached indifference to the intimate encounters that marked his job.

Yet, with her, he was different. She could sense the hitch in his breath when they were close, could feel the rapid thudding of his heart in the silence between them. That electric sensation pulsed outward before a kiss, an uncharted territory of desire that was uniquely theirs. The kisses, his signature marking his contracts—souls, of which he possessed no love for—seemed to fade away when he was with her. The notion of dragging her soul to hell was foreign to him, he craved connection rather than destruction.

Mikki’s autumn-hued eyes locked onto his, the intensity of her stare igniting something deeper within him. Without warning, she gripped the fabric of his shirt, tugging at the soft cotton with determination. Confusion flickered in Aakil’s gaze as she pushed him back, his back meeting the wall with a soft thud. Her eyes, hungry and alive, roamed his features. The golden curls grazing his ears, kissed by the sun, blended beautifully with darker undertones, creating ribbons of color that framed his striking features. His sun-kissed skin glowed, highlighting the vibrant green of his irises as they reflected an array of emotions—a lust for more.

And those lips—full, inviting, and undeniably enticing—seemed to beckon her.

Her fingers glided over his chest, tracing the contours of his skin before sliding to the nape of his neck, where they tangled softly in his curly hair. Mikki leaned in, rising on the tips of her toes, her breath mingling with his as she closed the distance. In response, his hand splayed across her waist, drawing her in with an urgent pull that spoke of longing and need.

Her breath ghosted like a whisper against his heated skin as Mikki’s soft lips hovered close to Aakil’s, her silent question lingering in the air between them. The warmth of his smile danced against her parted lips, a teasing gesture that ignited a whirlwind of frustration within her. Each gentle brush of her mouth against his seemed to amplify the tension, leaving her yearning for more as the moment stretched, electric and charged. The demon felt so soft against her, taunting as his fingers slipped along the edges of her waistband.

Mikki’s knuckles turned white as she gripped his shirt, her fingers intertwining with the fabric like a lifeline. Each gentle caress along her skin he offered sent shivers coursing through her. With a suppressed groan escaping her lips, she pulled back, settling onto her feet with an annoyed scowl etched across her face. The intensity of her reaction was palpable, but it seemed to trigger something in him. In a heartbeat, he stepped closer, lifting her chin gently yet firmly, his gaze locked onto hers. Then, with a sudden surge of yearning, he pressed his soft, warm lips against hers, igniting a spark that sent a rush of warmth through them both.

Aakil’s kisses were tender and caressing, each one a whisper of warmth as Mikki surrendered to the moment, pressing her body against his as if she were always meant to fit there. The feel of him through the soft fabric of his clothes teased her senses, heightening the electric tension thrumming within her. She rose to her tiptoes, her fingers raking through the silky strands of his curls, savoring the sweet essence of him as she tasted him.

They broke apart for a fleeting moment, their breaths an enticing heat radiating between them. The longing in his gaze was unmistakable, intense and consuming. His delicate lips wandered along her jawline, teasing and gentle, igniting a flicker of need as she struggled to regain her breath, feeling the sensation linger on her while a strained moan escaped her swollen lips.

It wasn’t enough, Mikki wanted more. Her lips sought his again, a soft yet insistent invitation that stirred a fire within him, coaxing him to lose control. A hushed groan emitted from him as she pressed herself against the feel of him, the grit of his jeans biting into her as she slid against him. Exploring his mouth with gentle pressure, enjoying all he had to offer—his flavor, the way his tongue glided smoothly against hers, and the soft sounds she coaxed from him. He was utterly hers, a canvas upon which she would etch her signature, leaving the imprint of her passionate kisses lingering on his lips like a secret.

The intimacy of the moment deepened as she felt the gentle pressure of his lips, drawing her closer into a world where only they existed, engulfed by a soft haze of passion and desire. As they drew apart, their breath intertwined, each exhale a testament to the intensity of their connection. Aakil leaned in closer, his forehead resting against hers, the softness of his skin contrasting with the heat radiating from their flushed faces. The fervor of their desire slowly ebbed, yet he enveloped her in a secure embrace, savoring the lingering sensations between them. Their hearts raced in unison, a silent promise hanging in the air as they reveled in the closeness that danced around them.

Mikki swallowed hard, drawing in a slow, steady breath as her fingertips glided over the contours of his chest. “When you kiss them,” she murmured, a playful smirk dancing on her swollen lips, “You’ll think of me.”