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“E-En?!”
He hummed as he strode inside, his voice eerily cheerful as he sang, “Fell right into my hands.”
Before I knew it, we were inside our room, and then I was thrown down on a soft surface. I looked down just as En lowered himself, noticing that he’d placed me on my bed.
I also noticedtwohands resting beside each of my thighs.
My eyes widened when I felt his lips on my left ear, and my entire body froze when I realised those lips were curved up.
“You’ll comfort me, won’t you, little Elf?” he asked, low and deliberate, his voice hypnotic as his lips brushed the shell of my ear. I jumped, unable to tear my gaze away from his two hands near my thighs.
My throat bobbed as I swallowed and parted my lips, wide eyes still looking down. Body still frozen.
Two hands.
He’d healed so alarmingly fast.
“Are you afraid?” There was a taunting edge in his voice. There was still some distance between our bodies since I was sitting with my legs stretched with him crouched over me, but his knees caged my legs and hands, reminding me that there was no way for me to escape from him now.
Not afraid, but nervous because I didn’t know what to expect with him. En was unpredictable. He excited me, made me thrum with giddiness because everything with him was a challenge, but that was also the problem.
This was En holding me down. Untamed, unpredictable En.
This was the predator toying with his prey.
I swallowed thickly. “What…what will you do?”
His lips twisted up further, and something sharp lightly poked the top of my ear.
That was his answer.
I jerked back, the spot on the left side of my neck throbbing as I placed my palms on his shoulders and pushed. He didn’t move. Instead, his palms reached out and seized my wrists, and he leaned forward until his hands were pinning mine to the wall beside my head. Shoulders hunching, I snapped my head to the other side, stretching my neck in a useless attempt to create more space between us.
And then his lips were on my neck, just under my earlobe. Slowly, as if to make me aware of every move, of every sensation, the tip of his fangs punctured my skin like a sharpened knife going through butter. I gasped, a small whimper forming low in my throat. He pulled back slowly, teeth faintly scraping my flesh as he moved lower.
I felt blood trickling down my neck because of the open wound. Testing his grip, I wriggled my wrists but, as expected, he didn’t relent. If anything, he gave a warning squeeze, and I sat up straighter.
“En—”
“No.”
“You don’t know—!” I whined again when his fangs sank into my skin once more, this time where my neck met my shoulder, just below the bite he’d given me first. “That’s too close!”
“I’ll paint your pretty skin with bites, little Elf.”
He bit me again before I could protest, slowly and on my left collarbone. This one was so painful I nearly shrieked.
Curse his long, sharp teeth! What was so fascinating about my bones that he always wanted to feel them?
En drew back and took my left wrist with him, his other hand still keeping my right wrist stuck to the wall. His thumb pressed on my left palm in a way that made my fingers easily separate. He caught my index finger with his lips, fangs carefully skimming the digit, lips smirking teasingly.
“No one will stop me this time.” His tongue made its way out of his mouth and ran up my finger deliberately slow, eyes fixed on me. “You’ll comfort me, won’t you, little Elf?”
I had to escape. Something told me that if I didn’t escape, I would fall into the clutches of the devil, and it would be far too late then.
But the clutches of the devil, no matter how dangerous, seemed irresistible, pulling my fingers to his smirking lips and whispering sins with his hot tongue, his eyes the gates of hell disguised as a warm flame, beckoning me closer.
And I wanted to get closer, regardless of his bite.
