At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter fifteen

The contact of my lips with theirs caused an electrical current all over my body, and my stomach went around and around. All these feelings are news to me, the kiss itself is something new, because I was never kissed. He took me by surprise, my mouth was glued to yours, and she was so soft despite the force that was being imposed. I should walk away, that's what my reason was telling me to do, but my body is intoxicated, intoxicated with everything it provokes. Mason realizing my lack of action, glides his tongue on my lips, savoring him, politely asking for passage, but still my actions were inert, however it took a bite on my lower lip that provoked a groan of satisfaction so that my lips would open up to immediately the warmth of his tongue touching mine. His taste is warm, spicy, refreshing, with every movement of his tongue I melted in his arms. With a little confidence I take the initiative to start the movements equal to yours, sliding my tongue into yours, and as approval a growl comes out of your mouth, thus scattering in mine and triggering something unknown to me. Our movements become thirstiest, fiercer, more lascivious, our bodies are so glued to each other, they put the proof of the law that says that two bodies can not occupy the same place. Your hand is smart, precise, dominant, squeezes my waist like you're ordering me never to leave you. The shortness of breath catches us, so he's got the initiative to walk away while I keep my eyes closed processing everything that's happened. The abyss that I threw myself a few seconds ago.

"From the first time I saw your innocent eyes, I realized how pure you are—I open my eyes as I hear your voice, and I see him vacuum the air away from me and say again, "Because of that I try my best not to do what I want—One more pause. And I observe in his body the actions of his words, the struggle he is living. Clenched fists, prolonged breathing and closed eyes, that was the sight of his figure in front of me. It's like he's trying to dominate the dominant, making his desire submissive. A heavy breath of air comes out of your nostorines and with a voice taken by hoarseness returns to speak—So if you don't want to enter the world of doom now, go back to your room. "And along with his words farther away he is from me.

"What if I want to enter the world of perdition? "I mean taking steps to get close to him. And he looks at me with recrimination, his gaze warns me that I'm crossing the line. I see his eyes darken, and the shadow of the flame passes through them, he squeezes his fists more, making his face harder and says:

"You're not ready for this yet, angel! "Take a deep breath— Go back to your room. — and turn my back on me coming out of the room.

With the atmosphere he brought to the place undone, the reason again reins, but still the emotion disputes for space. I no longer know what I should do, leave you or stay. Is this the moment I should trust someone? Letting people get close to me? I don't know anything anymore, I don't recognize my body, your actions, your feelings, your wills. And it gets even harder when Zyan's there, an invisible wire pulls me up to him, snaantis his body to mine. What am I supposed to do? for the hour I decide to stay. I take a deep breath and go back all the way, walking to the ladder which I climb submerged by anxiety.

In the bedroom sitting on the bed, I reprise everything that happened. My first kiss. A kiss I never imagined could be that way, ravishing. Of the few friendships I made at the orphanage, which were undone when they left, the girls always told me that their first kiss was disgusting or weird, and I thought it would be so with me too. But it was much better, it was amazing! And what were those words of yours after the kiss, and worse than those words I said? "And if I want to enter the world of perdition" he must have thought i was so ridiculous, a girl who couldn't even kiss wanting something more from him. Where am I thinking I can have something of him, laugh at my own madness. Antonia himself said that he is surrounded by women, for sure they are all more beautiful than me, know what to do when he is with him. She's not an innocent girl who needs to be taught. An orphan no one wanted. Annoyed by my actions I decide to sleep, at least in the middle of sleep I will not talk nonsense. And as soon as I go to bed, it wasn't hard for sleep to take me.

I don't know how long it's been since I closed my eyes, but I have the feeling of being watched, so I force myself to open my eyes and as soon as I do such an action by getting to focus my vision, I have Zyan sitting in the armchair in front of me, looking directly at me with his eagle eyes.

"What are you doing here? — I ask still sleepy.

"I like to see you sleep. I like to see what I'll soon have the pleasure of having under my body. I like to mark territory with what's mine! — speak without a moment to turn your gaze away from mine. Your words stir me up, but not to the point of getting me out of the state of drowsiness.

"Is this some kind of obsession? — yawning.

" Obsessive about you, angel! My perfect doom! " my eyes are heavy, with this I often blink to try to keep me awake.

"Why me? You're very handsome, you can have the woman you want—I say closing your eyes.

"Because you, angel. It's my perfect prey, made just for me. - I hear the sound of your footsteps.

"Don't go, lie down with me! — I ask you to feel sleep suck me out little by little.

"Don't ask me that, I'm trying my best not to grab you on this bed—I feel your hands touching my cheek.

"Lie down with me! I ask you one more time.

"You're playing with fire, so then don't say I didn't warn you—I feel the bed sink next to me, and then a hand pulls me snug to my body. The proximity allows me to feel the warmth of your bare skin and the rubbing of your hair on my back. I breathe slowly, deepening even more in my sleep, feeling protected.

"Now sleep, my sweet and innocent Luna!