"The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it. " – Oscar Wilde

"Kiss me," he demanded.

And I soon did. I closed the distance between our faces before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, with the both of us finally yielding to our temptation.

His lips so sweet it was already indulging my mind. I could feel the last air escaping our lungs but I didn't stop kissing him and so was he. He held onto my neck and tangled his fingers on my soft hair, all so caressing me gently. The two of us parted each other's lips before staring at one another deep in the eyes. There were no appropriate words can be said to describe the moment, it was all new to us and I was unsure of what will happen if we continue further on.

Well, what on earth am I doing?

I felt the uneasiness mounting around the art room but soon it disappeared from my senses the moment Julian took my right hand in his, cuddling with it. I can feel the warmth of his cheek against my palm as he proceeded to caress it on his handsome face. He looked so beautiful with his eyelids close as he hummed against the softness of my palm.

Julian continued to cuddle with my hand until he looked straight at me with a sweet smile painting his lips. Likewise, I felt tempted again.

For some reason, I always find his lips so kissable and delicious. He decided to play with my fingers in his own delicate ones, intertwining them now and then. It was so sweet of him and it was enchanted me. He blinked his eyes at me when he brought his tongue on my pointing finger, licking my skin all so tenderly.

I shuddered at the foreign wet sensation.

He flirted my fingers with his tongue, circling it in between and sucking it whole right into his warm mouth, all the while not looking away from me. He was adding fuel to my burning lust. He stopped after my fingers were soon wet and put my hand on his bare chest, letting my wet fingers crawl on his sweating skin. I shuddered again as I heard him moan when I happened to brush his nipple.

"Touch me," he demanded again.

I didn't respond since I was still fighting with my body from betraying me and it took a lot of my will to not bring my mouth on his inviting nipples. Everything he was doing to me was pure torture and it was kind of unfair. And when he received only silence from me, he took the initiative to bring my hand much lower and I was began to shudder more.

"Feel me," he added.

I could something snapping from the back of my consciousness because before I knew it, I captured his lips again in a hungry kiss with my sinful hand going under his trousers. Pure and rich moans escaped his mouth, igniting my desire more than ever. I wanted more. He was like an addicting drug. All his taste brought me into an ecstasy and it was making me see the otherworldly stars.

I groaned, the couch was not spacious enough to satisfy my need so I abruptly stood up and he clung himself to me as I pulled him, his legs locking around my waist as I carried him into my bedroom. He gripped my the back of my hair and tilted my head in an angle to capture my lips in revenge but he lost since I was much more dominating than him.

My bedroom and art room were connected to a single door, and to think I'll find such built a huge fulfilling at a time like this, there was probably wrong with me. The passionate kiss went on as I motioned toward my large bed and every step I take closer to my bed turned us on more and more that I couldn't take it anymore. The burning feeling was so overwhelming. I placed Julian on the comfort of my bed and admired the scene under me. Just seeing him so tempting and defenseless on my bed was so arousing I couldn't contain my breath anymore and the crimson color of my bed sheets wasn't helping either.

He was indeed an alluring man.

I crawled on top of him, my nose and lips tracing on his chest as I panted breathlessly. "I want you, Dante," he begged. I didn't even know if I should be happy seeing him begging to me or not because just hearing him say my name with so much need was already undoing me.

His voice alone was my greatest weakness.

Truthfully, I never held someone before and let alone another man so I had no knowledge on how to pleasure and touch my partner. But for unknown chastise reason, thousands of dirty thoughts were already filling my head full and it was overflowing that I didn't know where to start. Julian seemed to understand my hesitation so he grabbed me by my shoulders and flipped us over. He straddled me and I gazed at his nude chest, and again he was arousing me I couldn't care less anymore. He moaned against his clenched teeth as he pressed himself on the hardness underneath my garments.

He bit his lower lip as he gazed at me too and without wasting a second longer, he wandered his hand on my pectorals, massaging me in a sensual way.

He planted kisses on them before working his way on my neck and I gladly let him search my weakness which he did without difficulty. He nipped and sucked on it relentlessly like there was no tomorrow. However, despite the pleasure I was feeling, I felt unsatisfied. My lustful demon was screaming in need hence I grabbed him by the waist without a second thought before flipping us over again and immediately restrained both his wrist together above his head.

"It's my turn." I smirked.

I held his jaw in place and gently tilted them to bare the slender neck that was hiding from my sight before I instantly attacked him. I successfully found the spot and I gave in on my desire to ravish his neck that had him tremble against me. I bit on his jawline before making my way on his chest, seeking for his nipples. His sweating skin tasted a little salty but its saltiness was like ambrosial on my tongue.

The essence of his sweat against my nose was an irresistible aroma.This gorgeous man named Julian Hartwell was no doubt my new addiction. I soon found his nipples and bit into them. He choked out a moan but it didn't stop me from giving his sensitive buds my full attention as he writhed under me in helplessness. I continued to suck into them before trapping them in between my ruthless fingers. He arched his chest on me and I couldn't get enough of it.

Julian gripped my hair tightly as he silently begged me to stop torturing him and of course, I gave him my mercy this time. I now make my way much lower with my tongue trailing on his stomach before stopping on his pants. I turned to unbuckle his leather belt while taking the zipper in my teeth and I felt his toes curled in anticipation.

I focused on unbuckling his belt and unfastening his zipper at the same time before loosening the secureness of his pants. I gently pulled all of them down, admiring the softness of his skin as the garments slid off of him smoothly.

After finally undressing Julian, his beautiful nude body was now burn deep and clear in my memory. For a short moment, I thought that seeing another man's manhood was somewhat disturbing. Although, seeing all of him was already sending me further down my temptation.

He was indeed a drug and I was already beyond rehabilitation.

I brushed my fingertips on his manhood and I earned a soft hiss from him. I smirked playfully as I proceeded to take his manhood in a grip, brushing my fingers on him more. Julian made a long hiss.

My mouth suddenly became dry and I feel my tongue itching inside as if it wanted to do something naughty, and I didn't deny what it wanted so I waited for his vulnerable moment which came soon and just like that, I took him in my mouth. He failed to suppress a moan as I twirled my tongue on the tip of his length and pulled him out just before taking him whole again, and I repeated it again and again. His thighs jerked every time I grazed my teeth on his shaft which he couldn't do anything against other than writhed for me hopelessly.

"I'm going to go, Dante," Julian warned me but I found myself not letting go.

And a few seconds later, warm liquid flowed down my throat and I didn't think twice of swallowing it in one go. I could still taste him in my tongue and it tasted rare but dainty. I licked my lower lip, hungry for more. "Turn around." I ushered and he did.

He positioned himself in all fours and he looked more inviting than before, his bottom now bared in front of me. Temptation further possessed me like a madman and I found it difficult not penetrating all of me inside him in one brutal thrust.

"You're beautiful, Julian," I complimented him while unbuckling my belt and not too long, I was also finally free from the burdening material of my pants and I let out a moan of relief when my manhood sprung unleashed in front of me. It was throbbing and begging me to enter something tight and I knew where it was. "Bear with me," I said as I positioned myself.

I licked my fingers and rubbed them on his entrance, wetting them until they were soft. I watched as the tip of my length soon inches its way into his tight entrance wall and Julian groan out of intense pain. I stopped halfway to let his entrance muscle adjust on my intrusion and I eased my groaning partner by drawing circles on his back, soothing him from his painful moment. I kept on soothing him until he was finally ready for the rest of me. Julian silently nodded, and that was my cue.

I maintained myself on my knees just as I leaned down to embrace him, his breathing back moaned soundly against my naked chest as I showered his nape with butterfly kisses, all the while penetrating him more as gently as I can be. He moaned and groaned as he felt me finally deep inside him. We both remained in our position as we savored the feeling of our joined bodies.

He arched his head to meet mine, turning around to capture my lips in his. I held on to his stomach as I began to move myself slowly. Feeling his entrance wall tightened around my manhood instantly sent me soaring to heaven.

I soon began to move faster and faster, thrusting into him harder and harder . I lost count of how many times I thrust and I lost count of how many times he moaned for more. I touched every part of his body and bit into his neck, leaving nothing untouched and untasted. He threw his head back as I pounded into him like a madman, his body convulsing with mine. I held onto his hips as I finally reached my peak.

"Dante." he reached for my hands as he shuddered his release, his essence spurting on the clean fabric of my bed sheets. His labored breathing sounded inaudible as I released my own inside him while moaning his name behind his ear.

I trembled, sated and exhausted. He hauled his limp body on the right side of my bed while I took the other one next to him. I soon surrendered on my heavy eyelids and simply waited for the darkness to consume my consciousness.

"I have fallen in love with you." were the words I heard last before drifting deep into sleep.

***

The blinding sunlight that was peeking through my window was what woke me up from my dreamless sleep and it frustrated me since I wanted to sleep more. Birds were singing outside in glee but the knock on my door was what refrained me from going back to sleep.

"Your breakfast is ready, Sir." I heard Emily from the other side of the door.

"I'll be downstairs in a minute," I replied as I sat up from my bed.

My weary eyes refused to listen to me as I rubbed them awake. If anything, I was not a morning person so it was always been a daily circumstances for me to have a hard time getting up. I stretched my arms wide while yawning tired and that was when I felt something fidgeted beside me.

I looked at the lump under the blanket next to me and realization hit me like a huge boulder from above. I had consummated a one night affair with the gorgeous man. Memories of our passionate night came rushing back into my head and this sudden recollection scared the life out of me. I jumped out of the bed with a single pillow covering my nude lower part.

Julian woke up from the disturbance however he merely smiled at me and it was the smile of a lover. Nonetheless, it didn't stop the anxiousness building in my heart and I hid a grimace beneath my stoic face.

"Nothing happened between us," I said, trying to convince the both of us and I could see his smile disappearing from his lips. It made me want to take back what I had said but I held myself in place.

Last night was just a mistake and I realized that sleeping with another man was definitely wrong in every way because what really happened was a mere fulfillment of our desires and nothing better comes out of it. Beside he and I were not lovers in the first place and I was sure we will never be.

After all I had a fiancée and she was a beautiful woman, and certainly not a man.

"What do you mean, Dante?" he asked in disbelief and I could see the hurt in his silver eyes.

"I want to forget what happened last night. It's wrong. It is just a one night affair and it is our fault for seducing each other. Forgive me but let's forget everything from between us. Don't worry, I'll still pay you and I'll add more for the inconveniences I caused," I said not looking at him straight in the eye because of the guilt in me, the guilt of using an innocent man to satisfy my own lust.

"I don't need your money, Dante," he replied in distress.

"I love you, Dante. Last night was perfect and I don't want to forget it. I fell in love to you the moment I met you and I will never regret a single bit about it," he confessed to me and it caught me off guard.

He loved me?

"I'm not asking for you to love me in return because just being near you is enough for me," he added with all honesty which only further stirred the guilt in me. He loved me but I didn't love him, what I felt about him was not love rather it was just lust and I truly was sorry about his honest feelings for me. In one way or another I can't reciprocate his love.

I couldn't muster something nice so I wouldn't hurt him any further but little did I know that the dead silence between us was already hurting him than necessary. But despite receiving painful words from me, he still had the instinctive to understand my situation and remained kind-hearted towards me.

"I understand. I promise I won't bother you and you can trust me that I won't tell anyone about last night. But at least, let me be the one to only remember what happened between us," Julian promised me as much as he can.

"I'm really sorry." I replied in attempt to ease his pain.

"No don't be. I should be sorry for seducing you, Dante. It's not your fault so don't feel bad for me. But I hope to remain acquainted to you and that is all I wish to ask of you," he continued while getting up to pick up his pants before dressing in front of me. I debated with myself for a minute, hesitant to accept his proposition to stay acquainted with me. I couldn't understand the bugging feeling but it was telling me the consequences if I didn't push him away from my life.

Nevertheless, I still agreed because the mere thought of not seeing him anymore was kind of upsetting me for unexplainable reason.

"Of course, we will still be acquaintances, Mr. Hartwell." I replied bluntly and he flinched at the way I spoke of him formally like I was purposely putting a boundary line in between us.

He smiled to me one last time, not the one from earlier because this time it was a smile to hide the pain in the depths of his heart. "It's certainly nice working with you, Sir Dante," he responded before going back to the art room to fetch the rest of his clothes. His silent departure later on from my mansion was planting a bitter feeling in me. Somehow I found it displeasing and I can't comprehend why but all I know was that I dislike the feeling of him walking away. However I shrugged it on the back of my mind and turned to pick up new clothes from my closet.

Today was a different day and I intended to make it that way because after all last night was just a one night affair and nothing else, right?

***

The rest of the day was normal just like the everyday routine I had before my mistake.

"Nothing happened between us," I restated the first words I said to him this morning while looking at the incomplete painting of him in my canvas. Indeed, I returned to this art room where everything about last night first started; the heat, the lust and especially the temptation. Blaming myself was the best choice I could think of since it was entirely my fault when I gave in to his seduction.

But then, he didn't seduced me on purpose and that meant that the fault was mine because I reacted to it when I knew too well that it was wrong in the beginning.

I diverted my attention to the glass in my hand filled with my favorite wine, in an endeavor to eliminate the memories of our mistake however even my mind was betraying me now. His beautiful body, his lustful moans and his erotic taste; everything was carved deep into my head that I could no longer bring myself to forget it.

It was a perfect night for me too.

I no longer trust my own body since I was now craving more of him. My fingers reached to touch the picture of him, trailing its way into the smooth surface of his seductive image as I replayed in my head the way I touched his chest, his nipples and every part of his body. My skin wanted more of his soft flesh and my senses wanted more of his rich moans.

I wanted more of him and it was maddening me.

I turned to cover his incomplete painting with a clean sheet to stop myself from further fantasizing about him before finishing the rest of my wine so I could take another one and I chuckled at my helplessness.

This temptation will surely be the end of me.