The Agent's Blood

Chapter 7

Evander stared unblinkingly at Elena, who stood at the doorway in a flimsy nightgown. And, whether it was bad luck or a blessing, the wind blew, making the contours of her body even more defined in his eyes.

It stirred his male instincts.

But Evander was still sane enough to blink and avert his gaze. And to steady his breathing.

"Miss, please go back inside, the night air isn't good for your health!" he pleaded.

"Not good for my health, or not good for your heart?"

Evander froze at Elena's words. Daring to look, he turned his head towards the girl. His eyebrows shot up when he saw Elena tilting her head back, drinking directly from a bottle.

Evander instantly strode towards Elena and snatched the bottle from her hand.

"Give it back! Don't throw it away!" Elena shrieked, her voice rising, as she watched Evander pour the contents of the bottle into a potted plant, then move the empty bottle to a corner of the balcony.

"What are you doing?!" Elena screamed furiously, as if she had just lost a treasured toy.

"It's not good for your health, Miss," Evander said, looking sternly at Elena.

"What do you know about my health?!" Elena yelled angrily, "They don't care about me either! Or my feelings!" Elena pointed to her own chest.

Evander stayed silent, allowing Elena to vent her emotions. The girl wept, raking her long hair with frustration.

"Miss…"

"Stop calling me that, Evan!" Elena shrieked, then rushed at Evander.

"Please, take me away from here! I just want to be with you!" she wailed, holding Evander's face, her eyes full of hope.

Evander held Elena's hands on his face, looking deep into her eyes.

How he longed to do it. He yearned to embrace Elena and tell her everything would be all right.

And to confess how much he loved Elena.

"I beg you, Evan! You know I can't accept any of this," Elena sobbed, "I want you, Evan!"

Elena rose on her tiptoes, reaching for Evander's lips. Kissing him.

The man instantly froze, his defenses crumbling.

Evander's hands pulled Elena closer by her waist, embracing her and deepening their kiss. Elena moaned as she felt Evander's hands gently caress her back, leaving a trail of heat through the thin fabric that separated them.

But that also brought Evander back to his senses. As if stung by a bee, Evander broke their embrace and stepped back.

"I'm sorry, Miss!" Evander bowed his head deeply.

Elena, surprised, also felt disappointed. "Are you rejecting me?" she said, with a pained look in her eyes, "Am I truly not attractive to you, Evan?"

Evander instantly raised his head at that, then shook it quickly.

"Then why?" Elena asked again, "We both know our feelings for each other, why are you still holding back?"

"Miss—" Evander wanted to argue, but then he closed his eyes, acknowledging Elena's words.

"I'm sorry," Evander said softly, "You don't know how difficult this is for me too," he revealed.

"But I realize my position makes it impossible, your life will be happier with him—"

"Who can guarantee that, Evan?" Elena interrupted, looking at the man sadly.

Evander fell silent, staring at Elena. The girl then moved closer, touching Evander's face. "I might accept all this, but can you be the first for me?" she said.

"Miss!" Evander's eyes widened at Elena's words. He held Elena's hand on his face.

Elena's eyes dimmed, "I beg you, Evan," she pleaded, tears tracing paths down her cheeks, "I want to surrender everything to the man I love and who loves me," she continued softly.

Elena locked her gaze, staring intently into Evander's eyes. "Tell me you love me, Evan! Tell me!" she urged.

Evander was stunned.

As a soldier, he wanted to resist, but as a man, his heart rebelled, wanting so badly to embrace the girl and tell her she was the only one in his heart.

"Please," Elena whispered.

Evander looked at Elena, searching for his own conviction. Until finally, his resolve faltered.

He touched Elena's face, tracing every inch with his fingers. Elena closed her eyes, feeling Evander's touch, holding her breath as sparks of desire began to ignite.

Evander followed his hands as they moved along Elena's jawline, his eyes studying her face. Admiring her beauty and grace, which had made every night he spent lately restless.

"I love you, Miss, truly!" Evander whispered.

Elena opened her eyes, "Then what are you waiting for? Do what you desire!" she said, as if challenging him.

Evander remained silent.

Elena touched Evander's chest, not letting their gaze break. Her hand moved to loosen the tie around Evander's neck, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. When her hand reached the bottom button, Elena touched the belt at the man's waist. But Evander stopped her hand.

Elena was surprised, looking at Evander with a question in her eyes. But just as she was about to ask, Evander's next movement made her gasp.

Evander lifted Elena's body, making the girl instinctively wrap her arms around his neck. When she looked at Evander, the man was now staring at her with eyes full of longing. Elena smiled.

Evander stepped into the room, carrying Elena's petite body to the bed. Then he gently laid her down. When he tried to straighten up, Elena held his neck. Their faces were only inches apart.

"I'll be so happy to spend this night with you," Elena whispered, smiling at Evander with deep longing.

Evander smiled too. Slowly his face descended, and he landed a soft kiss on Elena's lips. But the girl pulled him closer, deepening their kiss.

The night crept slowly, stars scattered across the dark sky. Peeking at the two lovers who were making love, releasing their longing, uniting their forbidden love in a blazing fusion.

Elena completely surrendered to Evander, allowing the man to explore all of her. Praising and adoring her, making her feel happy as the most beautiful and desired woman. Carried away by all the tenderness Evander gave her, she opened herself fully and gave him her whole heart.

Whispers and declarations of love filled the entire room. Raising the temperature and burning the oxygen, leaving them breathless and urging each other on. Evander pulled Elena's body close, not allowing a single inch of space between them. They seemed to unite in one breath.

"Evan…"

Elena dug her fingernails into Evander's back, her mouth open, breathing heavily. Evander too, he wouldn't let Elena lose her breath alone. They both gasped, nearing the peak of passion that was almost upon them.

Coinciding with the chime of a large clock in the city, signaling that half the night had passed. Evander and Elena collapsed together. Embracing and holding each other, feeling the lingering beauty that filled their minds.

Elena closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Then a slow smile curved on her lips. She turned to Evander, who was also lying beside her, catching his breath.

Evander turned to her too.

"Thank you," Elena whispered, hugging Evander, letting their bodies draw close again without anything between them.

Evander smiled, then reached for the blanket and covered their naked bodies. He pulled Elena into his embrace, letting the girl sleep in his arms. Enjoying the last remnants of happiness that still felt so delightful.

Evander's fingers brushed away the damp strands of hair from Elena's forehead. Gazing at her, admiring the woman's beauty.

The woman who had just become his.

"I love you, Miss Elena!"

Elena smiled, she moved up and kissed Evander's lips.

"I am yours alone, Evan! I love you!" she whispered softly against Evander's lips.

Evander smiled into their kiss. He embraced Elena again, and they repeated their joy a second time.