Page 296 of Nemesync
Our fingers interlocked, and as I glanced at him, I couldn’t help but marvel at how this man was so damn beautiful. “You know, you tend to touch me a lot. What’s that about?”
“Sometimes, I feel like you might vanish. So, I leave a little contact to remind myself that you’re right here—mine.” He squeezed my thigh gently, and I looked outside to see the city lights.
Ifeelagain, and it’s all thanks to him.
The restaurant was bathed in a soft, intimate yellowy light.
It felt exclusive, with only the staff quietly moving around. Elijah had gone all out, reserving the entire place for just the two of us.
My eyes widened in surprise, and I turned to him, astonished, “You... you did all this just for us?”
“I wanted our little date to be undisturbed. Sit down, Zanae.”
He pulled out the chair for me, and I just followed his instructions, feeling a flutter of excitement in my stomach. The dinner was mind-blowing, and I couldn’t help but notice the way Elijah’s face softened as he watched me devouring the food.
“I love seeing you eat,” he remarked, smiling.
I laughed and took a sip from my water. “Why’s that?”
“Because I love taking care of you,” he replied.
I chuckled and took his hand in mine.
“You are stunning tonight, Zanae. Almost too stunning to be out.”
“You’re quite handsome too,Hayati,” I teased back.
He was more than handsome; his shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing the tattoo of my own eyes, making him a hundred times hotter. The ink on his neck, arms, and hands called to me, tempting me to taste it. And don’t even get me started about his face—the eyes, the full lips, the jawline, and short dark hair.
He was a sight, the most beautiful view I’d ever seen.
Sweet and dangerous.
Mine.
The waiter poured us some wine, and I took a sip, maintaining eye contact with Elijah. Feeling bold, I let my leg gently caress his under the table.
His eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and desire, he took my leg firmly and placed it on his lap, his hand squeezing my calf. “Careful, we’re in public,” he warned, with a playful smile.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Mister Volkov,” I responded coyly.
“I’m so uncomfortable right now, Miss Dellé…” He said, his hand traveling higher on my leg.
“I can’t stop myself when it comes to you, Elijah,” I replied, grinning, feeling his long fingers tracing lines all over my skin.
He leaned in slowly, his head tilted with a little smirk, “Is that so?”
With a sly smile, I leaned in, tracing a suggestive pattern along his arm. His breath caught, and he subtly shifted. In that instant, he signaled to the staff, quietly asking them to leave.
“I want to be alone with you.”
I approached him and straddled his lap, the hem of my dress lifting suggestively. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I looked into his eyes, lost in those deep, enchanting green eyes.
His voice was low and raspy, “So beautiful...You’re mine,Milaya.Always. Keep that engraved in your pretty heart. If someone dares to say otherwise, I’ll cut him in pieces and let the wolves eat it.”
We leaned in, our mouths meeting with passion and lust. His lips melted on mine like they always belonged there.
I wanted to prove to him that it’s already carved in my soul. Breathless from our last kiss, I looked at him with the same intensity. “And you’re mine, Elijah.Always. Etch it into yoursoul, and if anyone dares to question it, I’ll carve them up myself and feed their remains to the same wolves.”
