Page 85 of Nemesync
“Do you see our reflection, Zanae? No woman will be as wet for me as you are, and no man will see you in that state except me. Otherwise, I’ll show you why they call me the Devil.”
My fingers curl inside her, hitting a spot that makes her eyes shut down from pleasure. She’s coming, hard, and intensely. And I adore that view.
I approach her ear one last time and whisper against the warm skin of her neck, “Don’t be jealous,Milaya.You’re the only woman who obsesses me, the only woman who makes me want to kill anyone who dares to look at her, and the only one I allow to touch me. But tempt me once more, and I’ll paint your world the way I see it, drenched in red, Zanae.”
She releases everything onto my fingers; her eyes close, her head falls back, and the image I see in the mirror is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
Zanae is completely at my mercy.
I withdraw my fingers, glistening with her essence, spreading them over my lips and licking until not a drop remains.
So, fucking sweet, and so fucking delicious.
“Understood?”
She regains her senses, turns, and looks at me, her eyes gleaming, cheeks ablaze with that rosy flush, “Is it clear for you too, Elijah?”
A half-smile forms on my lips. “You’re such a handful Zanae. I love it.”
She smiles too, then places her delicate hands on my chest. Her fingers, like a cat’s claws, graze invisible lines on me. I detestbeing touched, but with her, I’d let her carve her damn secrets into my skin with those soft hands of hers.
“Never do that again, Elijah. What goes for you goes for me.”
“Deal.”
I lift her up properly and lead her outside the restrooms, but when we’re out there, her breath stops. She notices a figure in the distance – a man whose features triggered something in her. Her heart quickened; I could feel it under my hand.
“I know him, Elijah. The man from that night. We need to get closer. I need to be sure,” she murmured, her voice shaky.
With a subtle nod, we adjusted our way, moving strategically to intercept the man.
Zanae
Sometimes your mind manages to do wonderful things, it disconnects from the material world. Feeling it separate from your body so suddenly is a sensation that occurs only in one case, when the trauma is too devastating to be fully absorbed.
I zone out for like a few seconds, remembering everything.
The face of the man in front of me is not an ordinary face; it’s the face of a monster. A depraved man, devoid of humanity. a man whose smile and eyes haunted me more than my own aggressor.
I remember his dark eyes, his mouth, the way he touched her and talked to her, I’ll never forget that face. I never thought I’d see him again.
The crowded ballroom seemed to fade away in a blurry mess around him. Everything fades away. I don’t even think of whatjust happened in the restrooms, all I think about is this man in front of me.
Elijah enters the ballroom to find Niko, and I’m all alone with him and my dark thoughts.
With a seductive voice I approach him, feeling the demons trying to get out and fuck him up.
“Sir, care to join me for a moment of fresh air?”
The man followed me willingly. He thought I was just a fucking whore, and he was too stupid to see how my eyes were turning black from the madness that was taking over me.
“How could I say no to a beautiful woman like you for some private moment?”
We’re now outside, shielded from everyone’s gaze. Even Elijah and Niko didn’t follow because I was too quick to take this bastard out of here.
He smiled at me, coldly, making his way to me, “Pretty girl, call me Alonzo.”
“Is the name Luna familiar to you, Alonzo?”
