Chapter 16 —Demyon
Four days. That’s how long it’s been since I last set my eyes on her. Eva had refused to leave the four walls of her room, and her avoidance was beginning to unsettle me more than I thought it would.
At first, I thought I could handle it, but after the second day, I realized that I couldn’t. Despite telling myself that I was going to give her all the time she needed, I still went ahead to check on her in her room.
I was hoping to speak with her that night to ask exactly what her problem with me was. However, by the time I got there, she was already fast asleep. I could’ve easily woken her up and demanded some answers. Yet I didn’t.
She looked so peaceful in her sleep, not to mention beautiful and desirable. The sight awakened something primal within me, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. Her porcelain skin was simmering under the soft light, her hair spilling down her back in effortless waves.
She was wearing a white nightgown with one spaghetti strap hanging loosely from her shoulder. She lay on her side that night, her nipples poking from behind the fabric of her dress. The skin above her breasts caught my eye, hence the reason for the twitch in my pants.
My cock was so hard that night, and my heart was burning with lust. Staring at her in that state only accentuated my desire, tempting me to make a move on her. My eyes traced the gentle curve of her mouth and the endearing figure underneath that nightgown.
However, as horny as I was, I didn’t do anything stupid. I only leaned in and brushed a few strands of hair from her face. As ruthless and cruel as I was, I would never take a woman without her consent. And although I was guilty of so many crimes, rape was not and would never be one of them.
Now, it’s been two days since I visited her room, and I was already itching to speak with her. We hadn’t had that conversation the other night because she was asleep when I returned from work.
So today, I came home early. I took a shower, put on my cologne, and changed into a pair of joggers and a white singlet that clung to my body like a second skin. As if that wasn’t weird enough, I gelled my hair and combed it, making sure that I looked and smelled good.
Even I couldn’t understand why I felt the need to go the extra mile. It was Eva I wanted to have a conversation with, not the Queen of England. This had never happened to me before. I’d never had to try so hard to impress a girl.
Yet here I was, breaking my own rules for this girl.
After I’d gotten a grip of myself, I left my room, heading straight to hers. As usual, I pushed her door open and waltzed inside.
She was standing in front of her mirror with a white towel wrapped around her moist body. Her hair was damp, steam swirling over slick skin, hinting that she’d just stepped out of the shower.
The second she saw my reflection in the mirror, she flinched, and as a result of that sudden move, the folds of her towel gave way. The fabric slid down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her almost completely exposed and naked, save for a pair of underwear.
“Jesus Christ, Demyon!” Eva snapped, her voice laced with anger and a hint of shame.
“Learn how to knock!” She crouched, picking up the towel and wrapping it around her body.
“What is wrong with you? You can’t just barge into a woman’s room like that.
” She glared at me, her fingers securing the folds in place.
“Have you never heard of the word privacy before?”
“Relax.” I approached her with slower steps. “I didn’t get a good look anyway.”
Her scowl deepened. “Fuck you.”
My lips curled into a faint grin, and I raised my hands slightly. “I’m not here to fight.”
“Yeah, you’re here to piss me off, and you’ve succeeded. Can you go now?” The words tumbled out of her in a rush.
“I will,” I said. “After you’ve answered a few questions.”
Her breath hitched, and her throat bobbled, but she straightened her spine, maintaining a neutral expression.
I halted in front of her, my eyes boring into hers. “Why are you avoiding me?”
She rolled her eyes, her face a mask of defiance. “Why do you care? I thought men like you usually didn’t.”
“I’m the one asking the questions.”
She swallowed hard and clenched her jaw. “Wh—what do you want me to say?”
“The truth,” I replied swiftly. “Ever since we kissed—”
“Stop,” she cut me off, her expression shifting to something a bit more solemn yet vulnerable.
“Why? Does it bring back memories you’re trying to suppress?” I asked. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” She turned around and began walking toward the closet.
“You don’t wanna talk about what exactly? The kiss?”
“Everything,” she answered without looking back.
“Like what?” I pressed on, determined to draw the truth out of her.
“Like how you make me feel!” she blurted out, turning around to face me.
Now, we’re getting somewhere.
“You put my life in danger, then swoop in and save the day—who does that?” she began, the words spilling from her lips in a frantic rush. “I’m supposed to hate you for everything you’ve done—God, I wanna hate you. I wanna hate you so bad!”
I watched her vent all her frustrations without interrupting her.
“But that kiss….” She paused, her voice dropping lower before trailing off into silence.
“What about it?” I asked, stepping forward, my eyes drinking in the hint of longing creeping into her gaze.
She didn’t reply. Instead, she moved backward, slowly and quietly.
“What is it about that kiss that you wanna admit?” I marched onward, savoring the mix of fear and desire flickering in her eyes.
Her back hit the wall behind her, and a soft gasp fell from her lips. She looked up at me when I halted inches from her, her chest rising and falling with slow breaths.
I leaned in, placing a hand on the wall beside her head, my gaze unwavering. “Tell me, Eva, did the kiss do something to you?” My free hand flew to her face, fingers caressing her skin. “Did it make you…feel a certain way?” I whispered, watching her struggle to breathe.
She locked her jaw and replied with the same tone, “Don’t make me say it.”
“Why?” I teased, tracing the curve of her mouth with my thumb, my movements slow and deliberate. “Are you afraid you’ll lose control if you admit the truth?”
She swallowed. “I’m not afraid of anything.”
“Good. Then this should be easy.” I stroked the wet strands of her hair, a small grin tugging at the corners of my mouth.
“Why do you wanna know how I felt and what it did to me?”
I hesitated, reveling in her tension—her unease. “Because it would help me decide whether I’d do it again or not.”
She glanced away from my face for a second. “Do you wanna do it again?” Her voice dropped so low, like she was too embarrassed by her own question.
I held up her chin, then returned her gaze to me. “It depends on what you want. Now, I could walk away, and we can both suffer in silence, or….”
She stared right into my eyes with quivering lips. “Or what?” Her voice trembled.
I leaned in, my breath fanning her face. “Or I could do this.” My lips collided with hers in a split second.
Eva hesitated, but she didn’t push me away, and a few seconds later, she kissed me back. It was slow but passionate. She closed her eyes, her soft lips trembling beneath mine as I devoured them.
As our kiss deepened, my hand found her lap, and her body jerked subtly when I began sliding up her thigh. She moaned in my mouth, the sound hardening my cock within my pants. She held on to my shoulders, as if anchoring herself to reality while her head moved in sync with mine.
We exchanged warm breaths, both basking in the heat of our passion. The second my hand settled on her underwear, she broke our kiss, and her body stiffened. Eva stared at me in shock, her eyes searching mine like she was looking for something.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice laced with a hint of concern, wondering whether I had done something wrong. “Am I moving too fast?”
She nodded, then shook her head almost immediately, confusion flickering in her eyes.
I tilted my head to the side, trying to figure out what was happening. “I can stop if you want me to,” I whispered, taking my hand away.
“No, don’t.” She grabbed my hand and placed it back, as if it belonged there. “Just be gentle. I haven’t….” Her voice trailed off, her eyes shifting from mine.
My brows rose in shock. “You’re a virgin?”
She managed to look at me again with an expression that said she was uncertain of how I’d take the revelation. Eva nodded.
“Wow,” I murmured under my breath, my gaze sweeping over her body.
For a moment there, I considered stepping away, thinking I was unworthy to be her first. She was too innocent to be ruined by a man like me. So perhaps leaving her untouched might be the right call.
However, on second thought, the desire in those stormy blue eyes hinted at her arousal. It was as clear as crystal that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Backing off now would only leave us both frustrated and hungry for each other.
She was horny as fuck; it was written all over her face. Not to mention, she actually placed my hand back on her panties, refusing to let me back off. What other signs could be stronger than these?
The longing in her eyes fanned the flames of my desire, and in that instant, all I wanted to do was brand her as mine. The mere thought of another man’s hands on her before or after me infuriated me. Eva was mine, and I was going to carve my name on her heart.
I rolled the tip of my fingers over her wet panties and watched her react to my touch. Her legs parted by a fraction as she held my gaze while biting her lower lip. Her back arched against the wall, a quiet moan falling from her mouth.
My fingers worked their magic over the surface of her panties, her soft purrs driving me nuts. When I leaned in again, she reclaimed my lips, allowing the deep kiss to muffle her moans.