100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Day Seventy…

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Monica's desperation was evident as she pleaded with Vincent, her voice quivering with a mixture of longing and vulnerability. Her eyes, filled with a deep yearning, gazed intently into his, searching for the reassurance she desperately sought.

"Make love with me, Vincent," she implored, her words laced with an urgent plea. Her fingers gently brushed against his, her touch carrying a poignant sense of need. "I need to feel your love. Tell me that you are mine," she whispered, her voice filled with the raw intensity of her emotions. 

It was a plea born of a profound desire to solidify their connection and find solace in his embrace, to banish the lingering doubts that had plagued her heart. She was insecure and threatened by Jane's existence. She was afraid that Vincent's feelings for her would eventually change.

Meanwhile, Vincent found himself torn between conflicting emotions. On one hand, he felt a deep sense of obligation to ensure her happiness and derive immense satisfaction from the simple act of pleasing her. It was a desire born not only from his love for her but also from a sense of duty to ease her distress and fulfill her desires.

In her, he saw the only individual who had ever placed him at the forefront of her concerns, the one person who had consistently prioritized his well-being above all else and demonstrated an unparalleled level of care and concern for his happiness.

Monica had shown him a level of care and devotion that he had never experienced before. For a person like him who constantly received rejections, he felt a sense of fulfillment when she had made him the focal point of her world, and her unwavering dedication had forged a powerful bond between them. 

As he looked into her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a profound gratitude for the love she offered, even as he struggled with the complexities of his own conflicting emotions. 

'She vowed to help me accomplish my revenge. She chose me over Nathan. She's the one who made me feel that I'm better than Nathan.' Thinking about Monica doing everything for him, Vincent couldn't possibly betray her just because of one woman… Phantomflake.

With his newly found resolve, Vincent reached for her pants, unzipping and sliding them down along with her underwear, releasing her hot wet pussy. He willingly surrendered to Monica's irresistible allure. His fingers touched her bottom lips, sliding up and down her wet folds.

"Aah~ Oh Yesss. That's it… Touch me more," Monica moaned loudly as she encouraged him. She even parted her legs further, giving him more access to her sex.

It did not take long before Vincent's fingers were replaced by his lips and tongue. He began devouring her wet pussy, running his tongue along her slit, lapping and licking her love juices.

A wonderful and electrifying sensation surged through her body, like a cascade of warm, tingling waves that left her feeling alive and exhilarated. Every nerve seemed to come alive, and a rush of euphoria washed over her, making her heart race and her senses come alive.

Monica grabbed onto his hair, pushing and burying his face deeper in between her legs. "Mmm, so good…" Her body writhed as his tongue continued to lick her pussy lips, lapping and sliding up and down her folds rapidly.

Her hips bounced uncontrollably when Vincent opened his mouth and suck her clit. "Aah~ Babe… I can't stand this… Please take me already. Please put your cock in. I need to feel you inside me."

Vincent just let out a soft chuckle because of her impatience. He teased her further by inserting his tongue inside her entrance, moving in and out of her. That action made Monica's body float in intense pleasure. She couldn't help but moan loudly as she called his name. "Oh~ Vincent~ Vincent… Aaah~ Aah~"

Vincent's teasing brought her to her climax. Her body convulsed and her pupils dilated as she rode her orgasm. Love juices poured out of her entrance and Vincent made sure to suck her. 

As Monica tried to calm down from that intense orgasm, Vincent pulled his trouser down, releasing his hard cock. As he licked his moistened lips sensually, he held his cock, stroking and caressing it.

Monica gasped in pleasure when she felt him guiding his cock to her entrance. He moved his hips forward, his majestic cock slowly penetrating her. He thrust in, making his length to fill her emptiness. 

"Oh god! You're so big!!!" Monica wrapped her legs around his waist, welcoming his every thrust. Vincent accelerated his movement making her moan non-stop. "Oh yess! Ooh Yeeess!" He pumped her hard, moving in and out of her faster than ever before.

"Aah! Aah! Vincent… Tell me you love me…" Monica demanded in between her moans.

"I love you, my darling!" Vincent whispered in her ears before capturing her lips. He kissed her passionately as he continued to penetrate her.

Their love making lasted for an hour until Monica felt exhausted and drifted off to sleep. Vincent carried her to his room, tucking her in bed. He watched her with complicated emotions on his face.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and his mind wandered off somewhere. 'Jane… is it true? Has your memories returned?' Vincent smiled bitterly as he recalled the past. He clenched his fists tightly.

'Monica's determination knows no bounds. She won't stop until she witnesses Jane's demise,' Vincent mused. He was aware of the potential danger Jane posed to their carefully crafted plan, and the idea of her becoming a significant obstacle weighed heavily on his mind. 

However, buried deep within his conscience, a conflicting set of emotions churned. Despite the potential threat, he found himself reluctant to entertain the thought of taking Jane's life.

Vincent's internal turmoil intensified as he questioned the unexpected and unwelcome emotions coursing through him. 'Why am I allowing myself to feel this way?' he berated himself, shaking his head in an attempt to dispel the troubling thoughts. 

He reminded himself sternly, 'I already have Monica,' as if trying to anchor his heart to the commitment he had made. Yet, his inner conflict persisted, leaving him struggling with the complex of his emotions that threatened to unravel the hidden feelings he had for Phantomflake.