Chapter 54 54
Third person POV
"What?" Hazel took a step back as she was coming forward; she looked at Artemis in shock and surprise.
"Why?" She muttered under her breath; she slowly staggered back, finding her way back to the bed.
Yes"Calm down, Hazel; I don't want it to be about either, so I'll need to meet with the elder later and discuss with him.”
“After that, we'll know what we have to do from here on out," he said calmly. "I don't trust it; I think they're going to use me or do something dangerous; why else would they invite us?" She said feeling a bit of paranoia.
"We weren't the only ones that were invited; other guests too; other big companies were all invited, and it wouldn't be appropriate if we weren't invited; that's just how the business world works."
“Besides" he paused carefully as he said the next few words, "We are business partners after all." He looked at Hazel, hoping she would calm down and think more reasonably; he knew he couldn't turn down the invitation.
It would reflect badly on our company. He didn't expect her to understand this, but he expected her to remain cool, and to his surprise, after a few short breaths, she nodded and looked at him.
"I'm going to trust you; that's all I have to do," she said, nodding her head and believing it. Artemis looked at her and realised just how much of a baby she was; she still needed care, support, assurance, lots of it.
"Yes, all you have to do is trust me," he said once more so she could believe it even more. It didn't matter if it was a delusion; she believed it; what mattered was that he would make it happen, and that's all that mattered in the end.
Draven moved to the bed and gently lay down, adjusting his body.
Hazel’s POV
Draven looked so calm and peaceful, yet so handsome at the same time. I got to the side of the bed and knelt right next to him. I inspected his every facial feature, meticulously making sure to pay attention to every detail.
From his hair to his luxurious lashes and his long pointed nose, all the way down to his... lips His beautiful, pink, thin lips urged me to get closer. I found myself leaning in towards him; my brain and mind screamed at me to get away from him.
I needed to stop myself, and I was screaming inside my head, pleading with my body to, but it just had a mind of its own. His lips were just a hair's breadth away. I could feel his calm breaths fanning my face, and then I pressed my lips against his.
His lips tasted... sweet. I found myself unable to pull away, and before I knew it, he responded. I suddenly jolted awake when I noticed that and tried to move away, but he held the back of my head, entangling his fingers with my hair and pulling me back down on him while kissing me savagely.
Draven suddenly covered my mouth, possessing me with his and kissing me wildly, all the while digging his hands into my silky hair and tangling his fingers through my raven-black tendrils.
We kissed for what felt like so long, but it felt like I just couldn't get enough of him and of me. I suddenly felt his hand slip out of my hair and find its place at the back of my neck.
"Hazel," he whispered against my lips before capturing them once more, so passionately, and possessing me in a soul-stealing kiss.
"Draven," I whispered back between breaths, and his lips came crashing down on me once more, his tongue invading my mouth as though he truly could not get enough.
As if it would kill him to stop kissing me, even if for a few seconds, I also didn't want this to end. If only I could keep this going without the need for air.
Without realising it, my hands subconsciously went to the back of his neck, and my tender touches seemed to have aroused him even more. He had completely lost his sense of me, and I have done the same to him.
Without realising our surroundings or caring about anyone or anything. And before I knew it, I was now straddling him, my womanly area pressing down on his budging member through his shorts.
I moaned loudly as the pressure of his kisses increased. His hand began to caress me tenderly, and I could do nothing but surrender to him until my nipples began to tingle deliciously due to his artful administration.
The pleasure was beginning to consume me. The sensual heat was just too much, and yet I could not get quite enough of it. I wanted more. No, I craved for more—way much more.
I subconsciously clutched a handful of his hair and tugged at it. I wanted him; I needed him to be closer—no, not just closer; I needed to feel his naked skin pressing directly against mine.
I frantically kissed him back to show just how much I needed him at the moment, just how much my body craved his touch. I crave him so hungrily that I do not have any control over myself.
Draven, what exactly have you done to me? ... I have never even felt this savage towards Adrian. My body twisted and undulated under him, accommodating him and urging him as small sobs broke from my throat, and then the tight bodice of my bra suddenly loosened.
That's when I realised that my shirt had suddenly disappeared. I was too lost in pleasure to realise that Draven had already gotten rid of my shirt and had now begun with my bra.
Draven never released my mouth while doing all of this, as his hands continued to move to free me from all the layers of clothing wrapping up my body.
"Can't wait anymore, huh, Hazel?" "Yes, no, I..." I blushed so much that I was sure I looked like a tomato at the moment, or rather, a cooked lobster that would explode anytime now.
"No?" Draven tilted his head, and his hand that was initially massaging my breast had stopped. "Even though you want me to hurry?"
Draven trailed his fingers along my thighs, setting my body ablaze with his advances. The feel of his cold fingertips, along with his long nails, left a ticklish feeling as he trailed along my sensitive skin.
I couldn't help but let out a loud moan as I felt him place his hands in between my thighs. He slowly rubbed on my tender skin, and I couldn't help but rock my body closer to his magical hands.
His actions only seemed to arouse me further, but I was willing to feel more and more aroused. I instinctively held onto his neck and brought him down on me. His lips crashed against mine, and I began kissing him back, trying to keep up with his incredible pace.
He nibbled on my lower lip before sticking his tongue inside my mouth and tasting every inch and hidden corner of my mouth. His kiss was wild and uncontrolled; his hands found my breasts once more, and he gave them a little squeeze, right before pinching a bit too hard on my nipples.
His pinch wasn't painful; it was quite the opposite. It brought me immense pleasure, and I wanted him to do more.