Chapter 19 Do You Know What Devil’s Kiss Is?
Lorenzo’s POV
Evelyn’s stance remained frozen, her body locked in place, unable to take even a single step. And then I saw it. Her hands were still inside her, though not moving.
There was no need to persuade her, I already knew she wasn’t coming. Which meant only one thing. I had to go to her myself.
I rinsed the last traces of soap from my hands and secured a towel. Water still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, the towel carelessly wrapped around my waist. Every step drew me closer to her trembling frame, small, breakable, and yet somehow the only thing strong enough to undo me.
When I came out she was still standing in place, her head lowered with the need to avoid my gaze.
“My little human….” my fingers lingered on her neck. “Seems like you are craving for daddies cock badly”
She shoved my hands away. “No, no. I don’t.”
I grinned mercilessly. “Lying again…huh?”
“I’m not lying.” She breathed so quietly that I couldn’t recognize her voice.
My eyes went over her lips that confidently spewed lies, yet her body tells a different story. My eyes shifted to the silky fabric that covered her chest, a dark smirk curled my lips.
“So why is your nipple this hard?”
Her head flew quickly to her chest, and in a sharp motion she covered herself shaking nervously.
I smiled again, she was so naive that she couldn’t even afford to hide her feelings. The moment she stood there watching me while I stroked myself, I saw it all but pretended not to notice her.
In fact her presence even made the moment more fun. Just seeing her there hardened me even more. But hearing my name fall from her lips…. the way she moaned it, begging me to take her, pushed me over the edge. It was too much, too powerful. That was when I lost control entirely and decided to call her to me.
I still couldn’t believe she was untouched. All this time, I thought she pushed me away because she hated me, because she couldn’t stand my hands on her.
But now….. now I realize it wasn’t hatred. It was protection. And I had just become the first man to cross that line.
That only made guilt wash over me. She must have been saving it, for someone special. Someone she chose… not someone who forced their way in.
At this point I don’t even know what she thinks of me.
I brushed my knuckle on her jaw. “You are shaking, do I scare you that much?”
“No…” the word slipped from her lips, barely a breath, weak, trembling.
I grabbed her by the waist and slammed her against my chest, pressing her hard. Her shaky breath hitched, turning into sharp gasps. One hand flew to my chest, fingers digging in, while her wide eyes darted frantically, yet couldn’t leave mine.
“Lorenzo.” She called out my name in a whisper.
My gaze locked with hers though I did not say a word, but she carried on.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
My brows drew together in shock, searching for her innocence. “Where is this question coming from?”
She lowered her head. “Because you promise to punish me.”
“Do you want me to?”
She gave me a weak nod. “No,”
My shoulders dropped. At this point I couldn’t even tell what was going on in her head. She looked too vulnerable for the Evelyn that I had gotten used to.
I tugged some strands of hair behind her ear. “Then I will not, but that does not mean that you will still not get punished.”
She pulled away, enough for our eyes to meet. “You will spank me again?”
I hooked my head, left out a cold smile. “No, it will be something different this time.”
“What’s that?” She asked in a fragile voice.
My lips moved close to her ear, lingering there. “I want you to kiss me,” I whispered.
Her body froze, caught between shock and something she couldn’t resist.
“No, I can’t.”
I tilted my head. “And why can’t you.”
She shut her eyes in shame. “I have never done that before.”
My jaw dropped. How was this even possible? She was stunning. Every curve, every line, perfect. A ten, through and through.
Could she be lying? Does that mean that she did not grow up around boys? She must have attended schools, I have seen what boys do to their female classmates.
But looking at her eyes, I could see no trace of lies. There must be a hint of truth from what she told me.
I forced her chin up, making her focus on me. “I don’t care if you have not done it before, I want to feel your lips on mine.” I pressed, my tone low and commanding.
“And you better be good.” I whispered.
Her lips quivered, nodding.
I raised my hands, eyes closed, waiting to feel her lips on mine. After what felt like an eternity, she brushed against them, so faintly I barely noticed before she pulled away.
My eyes sharply shut open.
Her hands were pressed to her sides, head tilting. “How did I do?”
I hissed, walking back to the wardrobe but her voice followed from behind. “Lorenzo, talk to me?”
“You want to know the truth?” I said coolly.
Her head bent slightly as she nodded slowly, staying in place.
“That.” I pointed a finger to her shoulder. “That was the worst kiss I have ever had in my entire existence.”
I moved to her, allowing my body to swallow the space between us. “You're a terrible kisser.”
She squinted her eyes, pain flashing across her face. “Are you serious?”
“Hmmm. I’m”
A slow grin tugged at my mouth. “You're the one who's not serious if you think that was a kiss.”
Her throat throbbed, sucking in a shallow breath. Eyes flickering with mine.
“Listen….” I continued. “Have you heard of a devil kiss?”
He shook her head quickly, ready to hear what next.
“A devil kiss.... is a touch to another person's soul.” I tasted her skin, sniffing in her scent. “You should be breathing the same oxygen….. sharing every breath of passion.”
“A kiss should take your time, not be hurried.” I kissed her neck, pulled away. “You still have a lot to learn.” I whispered before drifting far from her, leaving her hanging.
I saw the way she hesitated, questions forming on her lips but never leaving.
But none of it mattered for now because if I stay there any minute longer I might be doing something that I will regret later.
So I turned, retreating to the shadows, leaving her trembling in the quiet aftermath of the devil’s kiss.
After I had washed off and returned, Eve was already gone, sleeping peacefully. She snored softly, a rhythm so gentle and familiar that it instantly became my favorite sound in the world.
My gaze lingered over her for a long while before I whispered under my breath, “Maybe the devil was never meant to love an angel.”
I quietly slipped beside her, careful not to wake her, and in the next moment, everything went completely blank.