Chapter 50 THE DEVIL'S DESIRE
THE DEVIL'S DESIRE
LUNA SUNG (FL) — 20 YRS
KNOX TAN (ML) — 28 YRS
LUNA
The library was quiet, save for the rustle of pages and the occasional creak of someone shifting in their chair. My head was propped up on my hand, my eyelids heavy as I tried to focus on the dense text in front of me. The words blurred together, and I found myself drifting, the warmth of the room lulling me into a half-asleep state.
My mind wandered, slipping into a dream that felt far too vivid. I could feel the soft sheets beneath me, the cool air against my skin, and him. His presence was overwhelming, intoxicating even in my subconscious. His hands moved with purpose, teasing and taunting, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I moaned softly, my body arching into his touch as his lips brushed against the sensitive spot on my neck.
“Un-tie-me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I want to touch you.”
“Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Keep your eyes closed.”
I obeyed, squeezing my eyes shut as his tongue flicked against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. My lips parted as another moan escaped me, my eyes fluttering open despite his warning.
“I said close your eyes,” he commanded again, his tone sharper this time.
I felt a rush of heat as his lips trailed lower, brushing over my hardened nipples, and my breath hitched. His hands were everywhere, tracing my hips, my thighs, leaving me trembling with needs.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Stop….stop teasing me.”
The sharp string of his hand against my most sensitive spot made me gasp, my body jerking in surprise.
“Don't talk useless you're spoken to,” he said firmly, his voice laced with a dominance. “That's what got you here in the first place.”
His fingers skimmed across my arching core, and I bit my lips to stifle a cry.
“Knox,” I breathed, his name slipping from my lips like a player.
Another slap, harder this time, and I cried out, my body tensing.
"What the fu..”
Before I could finish, he slammed into me, making me jerk and tears spring to my eyes. The sensation was overwhelming, and I gasped, my nails digging into the sheets as I tried to ground myself.
“Wake up,” his voice cut through the haze, sharp and insistent.
My eyes flew open, and I blinked, disoriented. The library came into focus, the bookshelves looming around me, the soft hum of the air conditioning filling the space.
“What?” I mumbled, my heart still racing from the dream.
“Wake up!” The voice was louder this time, and I jumped, nearly toppling out of my chair.
I glanced around, my cheeks burning as I realized I was still in the library, not in some steamy dreams. My heart was pounding, and I could still feel the phantom touch of his hands on my skin. I shook my head, trying to clear the lingering images from my mind, and gathered my books.
I needed to get out of here.
I hurried through the stacks, my footsteps echoing softly as I made my way to the exit. The dull evening air hit me as I stepped outside, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. The dream had been so real, so intense, and I couldn't shake the feeling it had left me with.
I turned the corners, lost in my thoughts, and collided with something solid. Strong hands reached out to steady me, and I looked up, my breath catching in my throat.
It was him.
Knox
The man from my dream.
His eyes met mine, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He was even more striking in person, his dark hair tousled, his piercing gaze holding mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip.
“Sorry,” I muttered, quickly stepping back, my cheeks flushing.
“No harm done,” he said, his voice smooth and deep, sending shivers down my spine. His lips curved into a faint smile, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
“I..I should go,” I stammered, clutching my book tighter as I tried to side step him.
He caught my arm, his grip firm but not painful. “Wait,” he said, his tone calm but commanding.
I froze, my breath caught between my throat as I turned to look at him.
“Do I know you?” He asked, eyes searching mine.
I swallowed hard, my mind racing. No, I wanted to say. You don't. But the way he was looking at me….it felt like he could see right through me.
“I don't think so,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. “You look familiar,” he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “I…I should go,” I repeated, pulling my arm free from his grasp.
He let me go, but I could feel his eyes on me as I hurried away, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire.
What the hell just happened?
I didn't look back as I walked, my steps quick and determined. But even as I put this distance between us, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the end.
It is only the beginning.
I couldn't stop thinking about him. Knox. Even his name sent a Shiver down my spine, like a secret whispered in the dark. The way he would look at me in the library, those piercing green Hazel eyes that seemed to stretch through me, had left me unsettled, restless. I told myself it was just a dream, a figment of my overactive imagination. But deep down, I knew better. There was something about him, something raw and magnetic that I couldn't shake.
A few days later, I found myself wandering the quiet streets of the city, lost in thoughts. The crisp autumn did little to cool the heat simmering beneath my skin. My mind kept drifting back to the dream, to the way his hands felt on my body, the way his Voice had commanded me to obey. God, what was wrong with me? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but it was no use. He was everywhere, in everything.
I turned a corner and froze. There he was, leaning against the hood of a sleek black car, looking as effortlessly imposing as he had in the library. My heart skipped a bit, then started pounding in my chest. He looked up, and our eyes met. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face, and I felt a flutter of panic, mixed with something else, something dangerous.
“Hello, again,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like honey poured over gravel
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “Hi.”
He pushed off the car and took a step toward me. I didn't move, couldn't tomorrow. He was even taller up close, his presence overwhelming.
“You seem flustered? He said, tilting his head slightly as he studied me. “Something on your mind?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. His eyes bored into mine, and I felt exposed, like he could see every secret I'd ever tried to hide. “I…I should go,” I stammered, taking a step back.
He caught my wrist before I could turn away, his grip firm but not painful. “Not so fast,” he said, his voice dropping to Whisper. “We have unfinished business.”
My breath hitched. “What are you talking about?”
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. “The dream,” he murmured. “You remember it, don't you?”
I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me, my body responding to his words before my mind could process them. “How do you…?”
He didn't answer, just pulled me closer, his other hand sliding around my waist. I should have protested, should have pushed him away, but I didn't. I couldn't. The heat of his body against mine was intoxicating, and I found myself leaning into him, my traitorous body betraying my better judgement.
“You were so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck. “So responsive. I've been thinking about you ever since.”
I shivered, my knees going weak as his teeth grazed my skin. “Knox..”
“Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice dark and demanding. “Tell me you want me.”
I hesitated, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But then his hands slid lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and all rational thought evaporated. “Yes,” I breathed. “I want you.”
He didn't wait for further encouragement. In one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground, my legs Instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried me to the car, opening the door and setting me down on the back seat with a rough urgency that sent a thrill through me. He climbed in after me, his body pressed against mine as he kissed me with a ferocity that took my breath away.
His hands were everywhere, stripping away my clothes with practiced ease. I clung to him, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as I tried to keep up. He broke the kiss long enough to pull it off, revealing the hard, sculpted planes of his chest. I traced my fingers over his abs, marvelling at the strength and power beneath my touch.
He groaned, his hips grinding against me as I explored his body. “You're driving me crazy,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I didn't answer, just arched into him, my body begging for more. He didn't make me wait. His fingers found my core, teasing and stroking untill I was writhing beneath him, gasping for air. “Knox, please…”
He smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Please what?”
“I need you,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Now”
He didn't need to be told twice. In one fluid motion, he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure.
He kissed me again, his lips claiming mine and his hips snapped against me with relentless precision. “You feel so good,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. “So tight, so perfect.”
I moaned, my body tightening around him as I felt the heat building deep inside me. “Knox, I'm…”
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. “Now.”
It was all I needed. The coil of pleasure inside me snapped, and I came with a cry, my body convulsing around him. He followed me over the edge, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside me, his release hot and intense.
We collapsed together, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. He kissed me softly, his lips brushing against mine in a way that felt almost tender. “You're incredible,” he murmured, his hand stroking my cheek.
I smiled, my eyelids heavy with exhaustion. “So are you.”
He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “So, was it everything you dreamed o
f?
I laughed, a soft, breathless sound. “Hmm, absolutely.”
“Good,” he said, his voice low and satisfied. “Because this is just the beginning.”