My eyes gently opened, slightly irritated by the bright light streaming through the window. I felt Joshua's bare body lying on top of me. He wasn't heavy like I normally thought before, It was a comforting weight that made me feel grounded. I felt his gentle breathes against my ribs. He was just up under my breasts and I hadn't noticed at first he was awake too. His eyes were closed, so I thought he was asleep. My vision fell on his hand that was slowly snaking it's way to grab my breast. I let him grope around my breast and drag his fingers up and down my collar.

" Good morning, Gorgeous." He whispered. He finally opened his eyes and sleepily looked up at me. He climbed up my body and rested his head on my collar.

" Good morning." I chuckled

" Would you mind?" he whispered hoarsely.

" What?"

" If I fucked you this early in the morning?"

I laughed softly at his constant desires." I never thought you'd ask."

" It's like I touched you but I have a boner now." He sighed, lustfully. I was almost scared at his black lustful stare down.
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Teagan

I almost felt ashamed. Almost. I knew the Lord of the dead felt like a victor, now that he'd had me in bed.  After a moment I was able to get up and bathe. He took me to his actual home, which did mean more than one thing, the latter I was almost afraid of. There was steaming hot water in the tub already. I chuckled and scrubbed myself down in the shower first.

If I wasn't so pleased I would be ashamed to have been showering in another man's home. He gave me space to bathe and dress and gosh I realized how much he really wanted me. I sighed, dressed and calm, in front of Satan himself. I couldn't stay guarded near him anymore. He knew me, not only sexually but he knew what kind of person I was.

" Take me home, please." He nodded gently . I pushed my hair out of my face. I walked past him and gently pulled everything off his bed.

" You know... I loved it." He said aloud. I put it all in a basket and carried it to his laundry.

" I did too. But... I-" he silenced me with a passionate kiss. I felt his hands on my waist and my heart take off like a bullet. I wouldn't lie and say I didn't feel anything for him. But I did have a family. He gently let go.

" Do you know how to get in touch with me?" He whispered. I nodded, remembering the present he gave me. My hands were pressed to his wide chest almost unintentionally.

" Kiss me." He whispered. I balanced on my tippy toes to kiss him. He picked me up and sat me on his lap instead, making us more at eye level. I got close enough to gently tug at his bottom lip. My tongue snaked into his mouth and kissed him softly. I didn't let go for a moment, because for that moment I didn't want to let go. I let go of his lips and planted sweet kisses on his neck. His gentle and husky moans were barely audible.

"... Do you want me to take you home now?" I was hesitant for a moment. NO! I wanted to stay in his bed and fuck for the rest of the day and night. His touch was addictive and his kisses made me lose my mind and more. But... I had a family.

" Just...give me a minute please?" He nodded. My bosom filled with warmth at the thought of lying with him again, if ever. He had plowed me like an animal and pleasured me in ways I hadn't even knew I loved. 

" What are you thinking?" I couldn't feel an evasiveness in my head. 

" I'm not even sure myself." I whispered. This could go left. So far left. He snapped his fingers and it was pouring again. The rain stopped suddenly and the night sky became clear again. I walked back toward the house and pushed my mop of a wet hair back. Everyone was in their rooms. I ran into a spare bedroom and locked the door behind me. I stripped and ran hot water for a nice bath. I rung out all my wet articles of clothing and set them to dry along the window sill. My bare skin was cold and a slight breeze swept by, drawing goosebumps to a head across my skin. I sighed and waited for the water. I needed this bath alone. What would I do with Cole and what would I do with the devil?

Violet

I uncovered the worse kinds of deeds. Needles and syringes and pipes. I looked around, my hair constantly whipping about. My dad. He was among these people that injected poison into their bodies. I sighed in frustration. Someone OD'ed in the corner. I could see where the foam from his mouth from having a seizure had poured out onto the floor. My dad lay crouched on the floor on a single sleeping bag with a bag between his arms. I shook him awake. He didn't move at all.

" You're old man is gone little kid. Get on now." I man that reeked of alcohol and smelled like his last shower hadn't been this week. From the looks of him, it probably wasn't. I shook my head.

" What? Ya deaf?" I stood my ground. This abandoned building scared me. He looked at me and laughed, walking past me. I didn't need to take his pulse to know he was dead. He was as cold as a running stream. I ran out as fast as I could. My body felt hollow. I was starved, an orphan and worst of all... Homeless.