a lust demons mate

Gaara wanted to explode in sheer rage. So he did.

“Fuck you, Sakura! You miserable little fucking slut!” he snarled out. “Go back to that little fucking cock in our bed, enjoy! But know this, you will never see or be near me again. Your fucking loss!” Slamming the door in her shocked face.

The rage begins to finally calm a bit as he climbs into the waiting cab and directs the driver to The Black Forest Resort. Making pit stops at some clothing stores to purchase new clothes and necessities along the way. Arriving at the resort exactly two hours later.

After paying the driver, he climbs out with his bags. Taking a deep breath, he enters the pleasantly, dark resort. He quickly heads to the front desk to get a room. After the necessary paperwork is done, the clerk hands him a key card for room 666.

“Sir, the room is just now getting finished by the housekeepers, would you mind waiting in the bar for about 20 minutes?” the clerk politely requests.

“Sure, I need a drink anyways.” Gaara mumbles, heading to the bar quickly.

Gaara orders a glass of Absinthe and slides into the soft black leather recliners near the fireplace and closes his eyes. His breath calm and even. Suddenly, a chill crawls over his skin, he feels like someone is watching him.

Cautiously opening his eyes to glance around, his breath catches as he sees a woman staring right at him. His eyes widen to take her beauty in. She is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. And he’s seen alot. Drinking his Absinthe in one long gulp.

She looked to stand five foot six, her body was most definitely worthy of worship. Her fair, pale skin flawless and glowing. Long, flowing red hair and piercing black eyes perfected her goddess-like features.

Her full lips painted black curled up into a small smile full of sexual heat and promise.

The clerks hand lands on his shoulder quietly. Gaara clamps his hand over the intruding hand forcefully, almost jumping.

“Oh sir! I’m so sorry. I was just letting you know your room is ready, ” the clerk explains.

“Thank you.” Gaara replies curtly, already headed for the elevator.

Trying to relax as the doors close. Punching the button for floor eighteen. Gathering his bags and composure as the doors slide open on his floor. Quickly and quietly, he makes his way down the hall to his room.

After entering and throwing the bags onto the couch in the sitting area, he takes a long look around. It wasn’t a room but a suite.