To Bewitch a Devil

58 She wanted him

As she stared at his chest, she felt his gaze on her and she looked up. At that instant, their eyes met. His fiery gaze locked in hers and her heart skipped a pulse.

Her hands trembled as she struggled to pull her gaze from him, but she could not move; it was as though he held her in a trance.

Zavian’s gaze trailed down her eyes to her lips, and he gulped. It had not been easy controlling his urge all these years, but because he had been mourning for Lilah, he couldn’t bring himself to look at another woman. But in recent days, he could not get her off his mind, and it got worse after that night he hugged her.

Ever since that night, he couldn’t get her off his mind. Her body became familiar again; his body began to yearn for her again. And because he had been apart for so long, it felt like a drug he couldn’t resist. His sleep had been restless, and she had crept into every fiber of his thoughts.

He tried pushing the thoughts aside, thinking that it was just the normal craving he had for Lilah, but now she was standing in front of him; he could not resist. This woman in front of him, had her face, her lips. He had never felt a force this strong; it was unnerving. He wanted to move away, but he found himself pinned to the ground, buried in her gaze.

Zavian felt his body grow hot. They were standing very close to each other and the room became noticeable stuffier.

Neera’s heart was beating too loudly now. Why was she feeling like this? What was happening to her?

Zavian leaned closer to her, but strangely Neera did not move. She just stood still as her eyes followed his lips. He stopped for a few seconds, then his hand went around her waist and pulled her to him.

Before she could organize her thoughts, his lips touched hers.

.....

Ba Dum! Ba Dum! Ba Dum!

Neera’s world stopped. Every thought in her head disappeared. The only thing she felt was the soft touch of his lips on hers. Her eyes closed as his other hand moved to her hair and he held her still and sucked on her lower lip.

Neera trembled under his touch. She couldn’t believe this was happening, and yet she wanted it. She wanted to kiss him too!

He wasn’t holding her too firmly so she could have pulled away, but she stayed there, yearning for him!

Zavian tilted his head to the side and parted her mouth with his tongue. He did not exert force as her lips opened on their own accord. He sucked on her lower lip, deepening the kiss.

Neera held onto the sides of his shirt as he kissed her. She had not kissed anyone in her life, so she did not know what to do; she just stood there and moved with his lips.

Slowly, the kiss became heated. It was as though Zavian had lost control; he kissed her deeply, ravenously. Neera reflexively held onto his shoulders to catch her breath, but that did not stop him.

Neera could barely breathe now, he was kissing her like his life depended on it; his lips moved from her mouth and down to her neck, sucking and biting, and then back to her mouth and to the other side of her neck.

“Your Majesty... you’re hurting me...” Neera whimpered, trying to push away from him, but he held her firmly.

Her eyes opened as she struggled for real, this time, tears clouding her gaze.

“Your Majesty!” She shouted a little louder this time, and as though struck by something, Zavian stopped moving.

Neera breathed in and out, trying to catch her breath. Suddenly his eyes opened and he stared at her, and when he saw her teary eyes, he let her go.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” He asked, looking deeply concerned.

Neera inched away from him and shook her head; “No, you did not. I want to go now.” She said, her head bowed.

Zavian stared at her for a few seconds, then he nodded;

“You may leave.”

Without wasting a second, Neera turned and dashed out the door.

She ran back to her room and shut the door, breathing out loudly as she stood behind the door.

Her fingers came up to her lips and she touched them as she remembered the kiss.

She had kissed the king!

Neera could not believe what had happened. Never in her entire life did she imagine kissing the king.

At first she liked how it felt. She feared the king, but at that moment, she was so mesmerized by him that she could not remember the fear she had for him.

When he pulled her close, she couldn’t even pull away. Her body leaned to him, like it belonged there. Neera bit her lower lip in shame for herself. How could she be that loose. She didn’t even hesitate; she didn’t think twice, as though she had been dreaming about doing something like that.

Now she thought about it; there was always a part of her that imagined something like that, he was incredibly good-looking; it was hard not to imagine things, but she did not dare think about it. She buried that part of her deep inside her, but now it was all out in the open.

He must have known she wanted him too. Neera shut her eyes when she remembered how she parted her lips on her own accord.

What got into her?! She thought, but then her frown lessened when she remembered what followed.

It was as though something took over him and he couldn’t control himself, like a lion that was starved for months and finally saw a deer.

If she had not stopped him, Neera wasn’t sure she would have come back to her room with her clothes intact.

He must have thought her to be Delilah. The passion he kissed her with, Neera knew did not belong to her. He was kissing her, but she could feel an intense desire from him that were not for her.

She shouldn’t have kissed him back. She should have controlled herself. What has she done?