Chapter 245: A Place Of No Return
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The hand cupping her jaw slid down to her neck, curling there gently yet firmly. "I will take you to a place of no return.....and once you step there," he finished in a hushed whisper, "there is no turning back."
He loosened his grip around her neck before gliding his hand up into her silken hair, tugging it firmly and tilting her face further upwards. She noticed how his mesmerising eyes now burned a vivid red.
"That," he murmured, "is the consequence of waking the beast within me."
He brushed his lips against hers once more, then dragged them to the corner of her mouth, tracing along her jawline until he stopped beside her ear. In a whisper, he asked, "So...I ask you again...is that what you truly want, Eve?"
Her name rolled from his tongue so sensually that she felt her very soul melting, little by little. His touch was electric, as though every single cell in her body had come alive, tingling with an unfamiliar intensity. And his dark, whispered promises were the final blow, snapping the last fragile thread of her control.
In the stillness of the night, with not a single soul around, beneath the cool glow of the moon, only their ragged breaths echoed through their sanctuary. She wanted nothing more than to embrace all of him, completely and without restraint. Past or no past, this man named Ivan, or Malakai as he once was, was hers, and she was his. It was an undisputed truth that no one in this world could erase any longer.
And even if she never spoke the three words she had longed to say, she knew he already understood. Just as clearly, she felt the depth of his love pouring into her in return, needing no validation, no spoken confession, to know it was real.
Eve, unable to hold herself back any longer, slowly glided her hands from his neck to his face, cupping it in her palms. With Ivan still gripping her hair, she turned her face slightly towards him, guiding his gaze back to hers until their eyes met once again.
Parting her lips, all she whispered was, "Take me....all of me, Ivan."
Ivanβs glowing red eyes lingered on her face for a second longer, and when all he saw and felt was her burning need for him, he finally lowered his head. His lips descended to hers, parting gently as he claimed her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. Fireworks ignited once again in both their minds at the contact.
Neither of them hurried, as though savouring the taste of each otherβs lips. Their eyes slipped shut as Eve caressed his beautiful face, feeling the muscles of his jaw move beneath her palm, a sensation that sent a fresh wave of desire through her.
Tracing his face with her fingers, she slowly slid her hand back to wrap around his neck, pressing his face closer to hers, if that were even possible. Ivan let out a low hum of appreciation before suddenly tugging her hair to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting every corner before tangling it with hers in a slow, rhythmic dance.
What began as a slow kiss quickly escalated into something wilder and more intense. A deep moan spilled from her mouth into his as he sucked on her tongue. He then released her hair, curling his fingers around the nape of her neck, and felt his fangs elongate once more, yearning to taste her blood, which he loved beyond anything he could ever describe.
He nipped her lower lip, earning a hiss from her, before sucking on it and lapping every single drop, soothing the tender skin with his tongue. All the while, his other hand, which had been holding her steady by the thigh, dug into her supple skin before sliding up to her round hips and giving them another squeeze, earning yet another moan from her that sounded like the sweetest music to his ears.
Their hearts continued to thud wildly in their chests, yet neither of them was willing to stop or show any sign of pulling away, consumed by the intense yearning they felt for one another.
After Ivan finished consuming the last drop from her lower lip, he bit it gently, tugged at it, and finally released it, only to trail his lips down her jaw and along her neck, pressing open, wet kisses along the way.
Eve closed her eyes, panting heavily as she tried to draw in as much air as possible, feeling him burn everywhere his open mouthed kisses lingered. Slowly, she began to lose herself, resting her head weakly against the rock behind her as she felt him graze his fangs along the length of her neck, making her shudder in anticipation of him piercing her skin once more. She did not know what it was about Ivan sinking his fangs into her, but she found it inexplicably and irresistibly sexy.
Soon she felt his tongue give her neck a long, languid lick before he slid his hand onto her back, tightening his hold. He opened his mouth and finally pierced deep into her skin.
"Ah," she gasped, weaving her fingers through his wet, soft hair and pressing him further into her neck, urging him to take more. A deep rumble vibrated through his chest as he sucked at her skin, tasting her divine blood, which was far richer than before, and he felt himself slip completely into a euphoric state.
βHow could her blood taste better than before every single time he had a taste of her?β he wondered as he buried his face deeper into her neck.
He felt as though his taste buds exploded as he continued to feast on her blood with wild abandon, finding that he could barely bring himself to stop. He knew he had to, though, as she had only just recovered her strength and would need as much of it as possible for what he had planned to give her tonight. So, summoning every ounce of his willpower, he forced himself to slow down and stop.
After taking his fill, he retracted his fangs with great restraint and gave her neck another languid lick, feeling her shudder beneath his ministrations. Delighted by her reaction, he finally lifted his bright red eyes to meet hers, only to find them no longer blue, but glowing gold. Her swollen lips were parted as she continued to breathe heavily, her face flushed a deep crimson, with tear drops clinging to the corners of her beautiful eyes.
They remained still for a while, their hearts beating hard against their chests, matching each otherβs pace. With steam continuing to rise from the heated stream, she looked even more lovely, water droplets clinging to her milky skin. She was so alluring to him that he wanted to take her then and there, yet he realised it was still all very new to her. And as much as he wanted to act on his wild instincts, he wanted to place her needs first.
He caressed the blush on her cheek and whispered, "Letβs get you in."
He was about to move when she suddenly caught his wrist, her wide golden eyes searching his in question, and Ivan understood immediately what she wanted to ask. Leaning in, he pressed another kiss to her lips and murmured, "As much as I would like to take you here, I want to do this right by you... only you."
When he put it like that, Eve could not really argue with him. Giving him a small nod to go ahead, Ivan lifted her into his arms, princess style, and swam across the stream. Upon reaching the platform, he helped her out before stepping out himself.
He quickly grabbed a robe to shield her from the biting chill outside, then wordlessly lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs into the warmth of the room.
Throughout the journey, neither of them spoke, yet their pounding hearts said far more than words ever could about their state of mind.
Once inside, Ivan gently set her down on her bare feet, letting her feel the softness of the rug beneath them. Standing before him now, the bravado she had shown by the stream slowly ebbed away as nervousness tightened its grip around her heart once more. Unsure of what to do or what to expect, she kept her eyes fixed on the floor. Heat burned her cheeks at their shared state of undress, and she bit her lower lip while clutching the front of her robe as though her life depended on it.
Ivan saw through her nervousness, so palpable it felt as though it could cut through the air. Releasing a soft sigh, he took a step towards her, only to hear her heart skip a beat, prompting him to stop instantly as he stared at her intently.
His heart tightened at the sight of her reduced to a bundle of nerves because of him. He did not want her to feel this way. He did not want her to be wary of him, and the thought that he might have frightened her instead made his chest ache.
He ran a hand through his hair before reaching out to her and calling softly, "Eve."
