CHAPTER EIGHT : PLEASURE AND PAIN

Lilith woke up feeling refreshed from all the passion she had let out. Staring at her naked self in the mirror she smiled. After taking a hot bath, she got dressed for the occasion. She was heading to a concert in one of the most exquisite hotels in Los Angeles. Lilith stared at herself in the mirror, satisfied with her attention-grabbing outfit that was guaranteed to steal the show.

She wore a red ball gown that flowed, and around her neck was a pearl necklace that matched her sparkling earrings. She had a silver bracelet on her hand with an inverted cross aligned at it's center. Holding a dark Chanel purse while her pair of black heels matched her height. If compared to the gods, she could stand in place of Aphrodite, the stunning goddess.

Her red curvy lips gave an elegant look to her light makeup as she walked into the audience. Standing confidently in the alluring atmosphere of opera classicals. As the event proceeded, dignitaries came to pay their respects, wanting a chance to speak with an enchanting lady. to which Lilith smiled in return, looking pleasant as ever.

Towards the end of the concerto, Lilith raised her glass of champagne. She scanned the room. Her eyes met those of a man walking directly towards her. "You truly are a goddess of beauty…such coincidence that fate brings us together again." the deep masculine voice said. Lilith responds with a half smile: "Well, isn't fate a sad cheat?"

Damien held out his hand towards her. " May i show you around? There are quite some astonishing art pieces around." Lilith sending him a wry smile, "I believe this isn't some art exhibition display, so if you'd excuse me, Damien, I have matters to attend to". Damen smiled. "It's the first time you've said my name". Gaining a sarcastic expression from Lilith. " How lovely!"

Turning towards the opposite direction, she walked up the spiral stairs with Damien following behind, not wanting to lose track of her. Refusing to acknowledge his presence, she walked through the hallway, stopping at room number 999. She bagged into the room, throwing a man in a tuxedo off guard.

"Hello, Morgan!" she smiled watching him shiver in fear. Struggling to loosen his bowtie in an attempt to free his airway. "Wh..what are you doing here, Lilith?" he stammered. Lilith cut in, "Oh, for heaven's sake, don't clutter your words. You don't seem to like my visit," she laughed. Morgan, trying to sound composed, "It's not my time yet, Lilith! The bargain hasn't elapsed." he affirmed.

She chuckled, "I know that all right...just seeing your face tells me that much. I was visiting and wanted to say hello. No need to get scared.. "I won't hurt you." she mimicked in a childish tone, somehow relieving the tension in the air.

Morgan was a renowned composer and master of the arts who cashed in some extra favors to triple his game. He was a middle-aged man in his prime years of success, with such influence and power that many dreamed about. Having had his fill of pleasures, blended with an artistic talent for music as was his complimenting physique.

Lilith hugged him, pressing his body close to her while she whispered into his ears, "You do know a special seat awaits you in hell, brother." She paused. " I mean, on your terms…The price you pay for good money and fame. But the good news, dear Morgan, is that you'd live a long and wonderful life, compared to others. Consider it a gift for your bright future ahead."

Morgen's eyes widened in fear as he choked on his own saliva, trying hard to comfort himself when Lilith released her grip.

Lilith smirked, walking away while the door closed behind her. The room number turned upside down. Damien, who rested beside the walls, couldn't believe his ears. He accompanied Lilith down the stairs as they made their way to the exit.

Damien asked, "You haven't said a word to me, Lilith. I would like to know you better". His curiosity might as well be a tool for his demise, as he knew she was definitely from hell. "You should be scared!" he warned himself. "Run for your life!" his mind told him, but his heart spoke differently.

As he stared into her eyes, flashing images of ancient demonic drawings flashed through his mind; the books on demonology he studied at late hours; the ancient prophecies he had stumbled upon in the art gallery; but she seemed the total opposite of what he had imagined. She looked so gentle and fragile that the thought of her being any different couldn't sink into his reality.

Lilith frowned, staring back into his eyes. "Very well then. Lane street, 7th block, be there at the witch's hour tomorrow. She moved forward, increasing her pace. "Goodnight," he yelled out with a smile, to which he got no response.

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Damien walked into Lane street at the expected time, standing at the massive building in a grey sleeveless shirt and a dark pair of jeans. He rang the doorbell gently, like he was careful not to make a sound. Damien had a ravishing masculine physique, with his dark brown eyes complementing his manly aura. The man was tall, depicting every inch of fantasy a lady could imagine.

As he stood, patiently waiting, he what words to utter first and soon realized he had forgotten to bring a gift. His thoughts were barely composed before Lilith invaded them as she opened the door. Wearing a stunning black leather gown with twisted chains on its side.

Her right foot stepped forward, showcasing her black heel boots as she rested in the door, smiling. "Well, look who's early." She lost Damien in his stare, drowning in the beauty that stood before him. But Lilith's words jolted him back to reality. "Come in.."

She ushers him into her home, walking through the large illuminated entrance. Damien was stunned by the artifacts hanging across the wall in stylish arrays. Stunning dark paintings of a naked woman, the goddess Aphrodite, and a painting of a maiden mother, hung across the spacious living room.

Her choice of art pieces captivated Damien and how well they represented Lilith herself. He never imagined she was someone who cared for art and its meanings, but he was clearly mistaken. She ushers him to a comfortable sofa, sitting opposite with her legs crossed. "You like what you see, don't you?" she questioned with a small grin.

Her words caught him off guard, but he managed to get words out of his lips. "Well, anyone would be stunned by your sight, Lilith." She quickly cut in, smiling sheepishly. "I meant the wall paintings."

Damien, taken aback by his response smiled, "I knew that.." She poured herself a glass of wine. "Make yourself at home," she gestured at him. He walked towards the bar table, pouring himself a drink as he turned towards Lilith. "You're quite a delightful host, Lilith…quite different from whom I met that night in the woods.." He slipped his drink away, unsure if his words sat well with her.

Lilith smiled. "What you see is what you get. "Don't you agree, Damien?". He paused, resting his glass on the table. "Then I want to know who you are, Lilith... "I cannot shake the thoughts from my mind..." Lilith cut in, laughing, "Well, Mr., I believe not all knowledge should be sought after. In one word, I'm like fire. It looks so stunning on the outside. But play around it for a long time, and you'll get burnt." Lilith assured, staring at Damien's face, which was looking more serious than ever.

He heaved out a sigh and walked closer to her. "Then show me." he glared at her. She could read the passion in his stare, surprised at his inquisitive desire about a flame that could be the death of him. Lilith stood up and walked closely towards him, whispering. "Be careful what you wish for Damien... "

The scent of her perfume intoxicated him as he gripped her waist firmly, staring deeply into her pupils. Lilith smiled, feeling the coolness of his breath on her. She touched his muscular arms gently and whispered, "You mistake intent.."

Damien touched her chin , "then push me away." Lilith stood still, her eyes fixed on him. Lilith took a first attempt at walking away, but the sensational touch she felt from his grip made her heart race for more. Damien smiled, content with her hesitation. He cradled her face in his palms, making his way into her mouth as he planted soft kisses.

Lilith gasped as she examined the contours of his body. Gently tracing her soft fingers down the broadness of his shoulders. She shut her eyes at the pleasure overwhelming her, an electrifying flow of passion running through her veins. A burning flame of touch she desired, discovering a new letter in the language in which their bodies spoke...

As it whispered softly, "I want more!"