Chapter 60: .•25.1•.

She blinked again, looking up into his very normal-looking dark brown eyes. Noticing that rather displeased expression marring his features. That smudged paint on his face. She let out a few more hitching and calming sobs, gaze searchingly darting between his eyes.

She took a quick look upwards at the way that his hands were holding her wrists pinned against the grass, firm but not enough to hurt her.

Her right wrist was also not hurting anymore. And neither her thigh.

She returned her attention to his face, giving him another inquisitive look before her gaze trailed downwards. Finally noticing that rather compromising position they were in. How close was his crotch to her barely-covered kitty. The nakedness of his torso. That dirtied shirt that was lying so precariously over her body. So many buttons had flown open during that struggle, revealing her flat stomach. Her lacy panties. Her generous cleavage, barely covered by that silken and tiny camisole.

She couldn't help but notice the way that her breathing changed at the sight of all that. She timidly raised her gaze again, surprised to notice that evident change in the way that he looked at her now. He looked like he wanted to...

She could feel herself starting to blush so profusely, her heart beating faster as she remembered the way that he had kissed her in those moments, right before the demon's arrival.

Nicholas suddenly blinked as if snapping out of a trance, that certain look in his eyes swiftly disappearing.

He quickly let go of her wrists as if the touch had burned him, raising up to his feet just as fast.

Sh rushed to sit up as well, fleetingly noticing the way that he stood with his back turned to her. She didn't mind him much and chose to focus on buttoning up that shirt on her body. The shirt that belonged to him, if she were to judge by his nakedness and the size of it.

At least he'd had the decency to cover her before carrying her like that through this vast wilderness. Speaking of...

"Why are we here? Why did you bring me here?"

He blew out an audible and tired sigh as if the question was actually irritating him.

"I am transporting you to safety," he tonelessly answered. Turning around to offer her his hand.

She blinked.

"Safety?"

"Yes. Safety. The demon had changed his tactics and he will try anything now to have you. Even the use of my body and powers," he tilted his head whilst regarding her, blowing out yet another impatient sigh as he held that outstretched hand. Waiting for her to take it.

The girl simply stared up at him for a moment, noticing that evidently displeased look on his paint-smeared face. She lowered her gaze, unintentionally letting it roam over his sculptured torso. Those chiseled pectorals. His washboard abs. That very prominent v-line that pointed downwards into the waistband of his pants, towards his...

She blinked, rushing to avert her gaze. Holy Gods. Why was she even looking there? She felt herself blush as she timidly placed her hand in his, allowing him to help her get up.

He effortlessly did, making her stand on her own two feet in less than a second.

She quietly thanked him, barely even daring to look up into his eyes.

She then nervously tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, cluelessly looking around at their surroundings.

"Why are we even into a forest though? Where is this safe place exactly?" Her brows furrowed with confusion.

"Into the realm of gods,"

That had her slowly blinking twice, her gaze shifting to look at him again.

"The realm of what?"

Nicholas appeared to be so aggravated again by her incessant questioning, rolling his eyes before he took a firm hold of her wrist again. Then he started to walk, unceremoniously dragging her after him.

"Hey!" She stumbled after him, struggling to keep up with his long strides. She found that she couldn't, so she tried to tug at her hand in an attempt to free herself from his hold. But he wouldn't budge. He just kept on dragging her, forcing her to rush every few steps.

She squealed in protest after almost falling forwards once, angrily digging her heels into the grass. It didn't work. He immediately tugged at her hand again, causing her to actually lose her footing and scramble forwards. She was almost on the verge of falling on her knees when that strong arm went around her waist, holding her upright.

"Can you just...ugh!" She childishly protested again, stomping her feet on the ground as that arm remained wrapped around her waist. Preventing her from going any further or falling.

"Very well," Her eyes widened, letting out a loud squeal as soon as her vision flipped, coming face to face with his muscled back.

She was lying draped over his shoulder now, the said part of him digging into her stomach whilst that large and warm hand found its resting place on the back of her bare thigh. Her heart increased its pace as soon as she realized that her butt was so embarrassingly bare now, thanks to that stupid position.

She felt her cheeks flush, uncomfortably squirming over his shoulder.

"Nick- Aah!" She let out another loud squeal as soon as she felt that mild sting on her asscheek, accompanied by an audible slap.

"Shut up,"

"If you can't walk then I'm gonna carry your annoying and bratty little ass all the way there but please, just...for the love of the Sacred Moon, just shut the hell up for a moment,"

The sound of his words and that audibly exhausted sigh once again escaping his lips had her frowning with confusion for a moment, but she didn't dare comment on it. And instead she took a hold of the sides of his waist for a better grip, inching closer before she reached his skin and bit as hard as she could.