Chapter 141 Chapter 141
He inched closer to her on the sofa, but she didn’t look up, her eyes glued to Mochi’s ethereally glimmering body. It was made entirely of light and a bit translucent. The cat dared to let out a relaxed “Mrreooww” that irritated him more than he already was. A threatening growl rumbled in his throat. The cat snapped its head up and stared at him, flicking its ears in his direction.
“Hmm, what is it, Mochi?” Valerie asked and petted its head. “Go back to sleep, my little cutie.”
However, instead of listening to her as usual, the cat hissed and bristled, glaring at Maxwell.
She scowled at him. “Maxwell. Stop growling at my kitty, that’s bad manners.” she scolded him. “You demons are so weird with your strange habits.”
“The cat’s annoying me,” he grumbled and huffed.
“Why? It seems to be perfectly happy on my lap, and it’s not doing anything.”
“Didn’t you say that I’m your favorite demon, huh?”
Her eyes widened a fraction, a rosy color painting her cheeks. “I… I did,” she stuttered. “But why would you bring that up now?”
“You’re so dense,” he muttered, his mood souring further.
“Wait, wait,” she said when she realized something, a grin curling her lips. “Are you actually jealous because of a cat?” She couldn’t hold back her giggles, her body shaking in laughter. His expression darkened, and he started sulking, crossing his arms.
“Does Maxwell crave my attention?” she smirked. “Hmm, does he?”
He made it a point not to look at her anymore and ignored her teasing, but she wouldn’t have it. Taking one of his braids, she started tugging at it, playing with the silky white strands of hair. “Maxwell, don’t you want to look at me?” Her smirk widened.
“Oh well, if Maxwell is ignoring me, then I will take care of Mochi instead. Too bad.”
The growl was back, and this time, it was accompanied by a heated stare. He shifted on the sofa and leaned in. “Stop provoking me, sugar,” he said slowly, a weird glint in his entrancing red eyes.
“What if I don’t?” she asked daringly.
“Want to find out?” he muttered, his breath fanning over her lips. She shuddered.
“Yes.”
Maxwell chased Mochi away with another irritated growl, and then he crashed their lips together. He quickly dominated the kiss and pushed her down on her back, hovering over her body. She felt hot all of a sudden, her desire for him being reignited in only a few seconds. It was so easy for him to make her feel this way—he didn’t need to do much to have her melting under his intoxicating touches. He was irresistible to her, and when he acted like this, she found it impossible to refuse him. At this point, he could have asked anything of her, and she would have said yes.
He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, biting her and eliciting a needy moan from her. She swore she heard him chuckle before he swiped his tongue over the spot and connected their lips once more. Her head was spinning, her blood boiling. There was only one thought in her mind. She wanted him. And she couldn’t wait another day. This time, there were no demons nearby to interrupt them. This time, they were alone.
When their lips parted, they made a soft, wet sound, a string of saliva connecting them. He leaned his forehead against hers, his unyielding red eyes capturing hers. They glowed unnaturally, were breathtakingly beautiful, and framed by dark lashes. She flushed, her heart fluttering in her chest. Fire pooled in her abdomen, only waiting to consume her.
Maxwell knew exactly what she was feeling thanks to their bond, his lust growing with every second. His hands slipped beneath the hoodie she was wearing, teasingly brushing over her bra that got in the way. She bit back a moan when he grazed her skin. “I like it when you wear my clothes,” he murmured into her neck. “But I’d like it more when you wouldn’t wear anything at all.”
She blushed at his bold words, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. “Let’s get rid of this,” he said slowly, helping her remove the hoodie. She could tell that he was losing his patience, not that it surprised her. His red eyes darkened when they fell on her upper body, which was now only clothed in a black bra. Biting his lower lip, he let out a breath, tracing her collarbones with his fingers before his hands wandered deeper, cupping her chest.
Yearning to kiss him once more, she played with the end of his chain, pulling at it. That got his attention, and when his scarlet eyes met hers, she was hypnotized by them. He bowed down and locked their lips, starting another hungry kiss. Through their bond, she sensed his strong desire. It manifested within her, made her lose her mind as it mixed with her own. Never before had she felt like this, and it only took another small push of his for her to fall over the edge and lose control.
“I want you,” he murmured slowly, his seductive tone sending a shiver down her back. “Valerie.” His voice was a mere whisper, but it was enough to make her quiver beneath him.
She buried one hand in his white hair, the other wandering over his back. With their bodies pressed up against each other, she felt the tautness of his muscles—only his shirt was in the way. She tugged at the hem of it, not liking that he was still fully clothed when she wasn’t.
Knowing what she desired, a sly smirk spread over his lips. “Is my sugar getting impatient?” he drawled, pecking the corner of her lips.
“Maxwell, don’t tease me,” she complained breathlessly, her eyes meeting his.
He grinned smugly before he finally showed mercy and slipped his shirt over his head. She gulped seeing his muscular body, his toned chest, and defined abs. Her gaze was drawn by the black star-shaped crest on his left chest—the same one she had on her wrist. It looked gorgeous on him, and before she could stop herself, she was already tracing it with the tip of her finger. It stood out on his milky skin, appearing like a regular tattoo. That is, until she touched it. The tattoo lit up, shining like the star on her wrist. With wide eyes, she watched it, completely unaware of the demon’s amusement as he studied her reaction.