Chapter 713 Stop me
<nulli>'I… I'm scared...'
"Then say it." Samael urged under his breath, making Lilou's brows elevate.
"Pardon?"
"Say you are scared. Don't keep it in your head." He bumped his forehead against hers mildly. "I can hear you."
"Huh...?" It took her a moment before realization dawned on her. That very second, his words previously regarding wanting to know her thoughts by drinking her blood crossed her head. He mentioned it in passing on their way to the border, but she didn't dwell on it.
<nulli>But now...
Lilou's complexion instantly turned white at the realization. Her brain shut down briefly, looking up at him with an open mouth.
<nulli>'No...' she whispered in her head only to hear his voice in her head saying, <nulli>'yes.'
She shook her head in disbelief, praying this was all just a nightmare. Perhaps she had fallen asleep while putting Law to sleep and now she was dreaming. Right. Lilou blinked countless times to wake herself up before wishing to melt and become one with the floor out of embarrassment.
She had been talking in her head. And considering Samael had heard all of that... her heart sank as she held her breath.
<nulli>'No,' she whispered internally once again, and just like the last time, she heard his voice in her head saying, <nulli>'yes, Lilou. Yes.'
"Oh, my good lord..." she mumbled, unable to think about how to get out of this situation. She was cornered and Samael had already known everything. Everything that she dreaded for anyone to figure out.
<nullb><nulli>It was over. Her knees trembled, drained of strength as if the floor sucked all of it. If not for his arms around her waist, and her back fusing on the wall, she would have collapsed.
"You knew..." she whispered, wanting to just evaporate into thin air to avoid this humiliation.
Samael let out a deep exhale, watching her have a mental breakdown. He didn't plan to tell her about this. If anything, he simply wanted to listen to her thoughts all night. However, he lost his cool when he heard her confession.
How the hell could he keep his calm if the woman his body ached for was longing for him? Just as intensely as his desire and longing?
"Does it matter?" he returned. "Do I have to confess what I was doing when you fled?"
Lilou pursed her lips, swallowing down the building tension in her throat. His eyelids drooped until they were partially closed, taking a step as if the centimeter distance between them was far too wide for him. He took another step until his body was pressing against her, licking his fangs to soothe its tingling.
"Lilou." She lowered her head when he bent over, his breath caressing the tip of her ear. "Back there… in the tub… do you understand how hard it is to cool my body down just thinking about what could've happened if you didn't run away?"
His hand felt her curves down to her hips, clutching his skirt and moving it up a little. "I kept thinking about how I would touch you and where I would touch you first. I imagined how your damp body would feel under my palms as I slide them from your thigh to your buttocks."
"Stop me," he urged under his breath, slipping his hand under her skirt to feel her stockings. "Stop me…"
Samael hooked a finger in her stockings, tracing it around her thigh. His breathing grew even heavier, feeling this pressure on his arousal. He wanted her. No words could justify how he longed for her and now that she was just within his reach, he wished to confine her in his arms… forever.
"Stop me, Lilou," he repeated before squeezing her thigh and lifting her up by the waist. Lilou winced slightly as her back grazed against the wall, and before she realized it, her legs were spread open while he stilled her with his arm around her waist, standing in between her thighs, and pressed his lower body to her nether region.
"Wait…" she was clutching his shoulder, biting her lower lip out of habit. Normally, this position would embarrass her. However, it was the total opposite. All she felt and thought was his bulge that was poking her as he breathed from her neck.
"That's not how you stop me," he whispered, tracing her neck with the apex of his nose. "I told you how. If you say, 'stop,' I will stop. No questions asked. But if you don't… I'll sink my fangs into your neck while fucking you… hard."
Lilou nearly choked as her eyes shook and her heart raced. But… she said nothing. It wasn't because she was scared to voice it out. It was just that deep in her heart, the heat from his breath to her skin was enough to set her body aflame. His chest that was pressed on her was something she didn't hate, giving her a chance to feel the beat of his heart. And his hand that was squeezing her thigh revealed how he suppressed his desire to touch her more.
Samael licked her neck gently, waiting for her to stop him. But when a minute passed,
and she didn't move, his eyes glinted as he moved his gaze at her.
"No…" her voice was muffled, lowering her eyes whilst clutching his shoulder. "... I won't say stop. I want to know… how it feels with you and see if it was better than how I imagined it."
The side of his lips curled up triumphantly, moving his face closer to her neck. "It will hurt a little," he reminded in a voice that sounded a level louder than a whisper. When Lilou nodded once, he licked her neck once again before opening his mouth with his fangs in full bloom.
Lilou shut her eyes on instinct as she anticipated any pain of his fangs sinking into her skin. Much to her surprise, her mouth fell open as she clutched his shoulder tighter, back arching at the euphoric sensation traveling through the ends of her nerves.
It was strange not to feel pain but high in pleasure.
Slowly, her hand on his shoulder slide to his back until her arms were resting over them, breathing heavily, stretching her neck for his own convenience. His every gulp echoed in her ear, making her skin melt.
"Sam…" she whispered subconsciously, making him freeze with eyes glowing as if he would go feral right there and then.
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