Chapter 271 : A Passionate Night of Desire (2) (R18)

Chapter 271: Chapter 271 : A Passionate Night of Desire (2) (R18)

In the next second, whatever reason Arthur had left began to crumble.

His gaze filled with unmistakable desire as his crimson eyes met her golden ones.

He kissed her back even more fiercely, and for a moment, it felt as though they were completely losing themselves in each other.

This time, Arthur didn’t hold back.

Athena gasped softly as he pulled her against him and claimed her lips with a fiercer kiss. Their mouths moved together hungrily, neither willing to let the other go. Arthur’s hand tightened at her waist while Athena clung to his shoulders.

When he finally broke the kiss, it was only to lower his lips to her neck.

He kissed the line of her throat, then the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Athena shivered sharply, her fingers tightening in his hair as he left a heated mark along her neck.

"Arthur..." she breathed.

Her voice nearly destroyed what remained of his restraint.

In one motion, Arthur wrapped his arms around her firm figure and lifted her into his arms.

Athena let out a quiet gasp and instinctively wrapped her arms around his back. Her golden hair brushed his face as he carried her across the room, her white dress shifting against him with every step.

He placed her carefully on the bed.

They kissed again immediately.

Arthur leaned over her, one hand at her waist, the other cradling the side of her face. Athena pulled him down by the collar, demanding another kiss, and Arthur gave it to her—slower at first, then deeper as their restraint disappeared.

The white fabric of her dress became rumpled beneath his hands as he pulled her closer. He kissed her mouth, her jaw, her throat, and the line of her collarbone, marking her skin with possessive, lingering kisses.

Athena’s breathing turned uneven as their eyes met.

Athena’s hands found the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head to reveal a lacy white bra that accentuated her ample breasts. Arthur’s eyes widened as he took a deep breath. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste her, leaving a trail of kisses from her chest to her lips.

Athena gasped, her head falling back, her body arching into Arthur’s touch. Arthur’s hands reached behind her, unhooking her bra with expert ease. Athena’s breasts spilled free, her nipples hard and begging for his touch. Arthur obliged, his hands cupping her, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks.

"Ah~"

"Ah~ be gentle," Athena moaned, her body writhing beneath his touch.

Arthur’s lips followed the path of his hands, his tongue flicking out to taste her, his teeth gently biting down on her nipple. Athena cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her.

Arthur groaned, his hips jerking forward. Athena’s eyes never left his as Arthur slowly removed every single piece of remaining clothing from her body, revealing her completely to him. Arthur’s control hung by a thread.

As he took off his own clothes, his manhood sprang free, and Athena’s eyes widened in surprise and anticipation.

"It’s massive."

Her eyes were half-lidded, her face flushed with desire as she looked up at him.

"Give it to me," she whispered.

Arthur went still.

Then the last of his reason broke.

He pulled away only long enough to cast aside what separated them, then returned to Athena with a hunger that made her catch her breath. Her hands moved over his shoulders as he drew her close again, their bodies pressed together beneath the tangled sheets.

Arthur’s vampiric instincts surged.

The sound of her heartbeat, the warmth of her skin, the scent of her blood—it all threatened to consume him. He kissed her neck again as his hand traced down her legs, forcing himself to remain in control even as his hunger and desire tangled together.

Athena held him tightly.

The room filled with the sound of their moans, the rustling of sheets, and the wet friction of skin on skin. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Arthur’s hands roamed over Athena’s body, leaving marks of his possession, and his desire.

Athena’s body tensed, her back arching as she cried out, her nails digging into Arthur’s back. Arthur, his body taut with pleasure, followed her over the edge, his frame shuddering with release. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding in sync.

The room filled with uneven breaths, muffled sounds, and the rustle of sheets.

Outside, the night remained silent.

Inside, Arthur and Athena lost themselves completely in each other.

The rest of the night belonged only to them.

The glowing sun symbol on Arthur’s hand and the moon symbol on Athena’s hand continued to shine brightly. Yet, lost in the intensity of the moment, neither of them noticed the mysterious symbols growing brighter with every passing second.

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Morning arrived quietly over the luxurious 7 star hotel. Soft sunlight slipped through the curtains of Arthur’s room, illuminating the spacious bedroom and the large bed where Arthur was still sleeping soundly beneath the white blanket, completely exhausted. ℯℯ𝑙.

Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

His phone continued vibrating on the bedside table. Arthur’s eyebrows twitched before his crimson eyes finally opened. Still half-asleep, he reached for the phone and muttered, "Who is it...?"

The moment he answered, Layla’s furious voice exploded through the speaker. "Where the hell are you?! The second match is about to begin, and you’re nowhere to be seen!"

Arthur winced and pulled the phone slightly away from his ear.

"Get your lazy butt over here right now!" Layla continued. "I’ve already sent Damian and Aiden to pick you up!"

Arthur rubbed his forehead. "Wait, I—"

"And if you know where Miss Athena is, tell her to come too! The other VIPs have been looking for her!"

Click.

The call ended.

Arthur stared blankly at his phone. Then the name Athena echoed through his mind, and a sudden jolt ran through him. Fragments of the previous night began rushing back into his head—the white dress, her golden hair, those golden eyes, and everything that had happened between them.

Arthur’s face slowly turned pale.

"No... no, no, no..."

He shook his head desperately. "It’s gotta be a dream. Yeah... I’m dreaming. Those memories are also a dream." His eyes remained fixed ahead as he tried to convince himself. "There is no one beside me."

He closed his eyes for a moment.

’System... my friend... tell me I’m dreaming.’

The system answered almost immediately.

[Sorry, Host. It’s reality.]

Arthur’s face went completely blank.

[But please don’t die. I advise you to run away before she wakes up.]

Arthur’s eyes widened.

"Nooooooo!"

He slowly turned his head.

And froze.

A golden-haired beauty was sleeping peacefully beside him. Athena’s long golden hair was scattered across the pillow, while the white blanket covered her body. Her peaceful expression showed absolutely no sign that she was aware of the chaos currently unfolding in Arthur’s mind.

Arthur stared at her in complete disbelief.

For several seconds, he couldn’t even speak.

Then he slowly looked toward the door.

’I have to leave. Right now.’

Carefully, Arthur began moving toward the edge of the bed, trying not to make even the slightest sound.

He was almost there when—

Knock! Knock!

Arthur froze.

A loud voice came from outside.

"Arthur, you lazy bastard! It’s time for the second match! Drag your lazy ass out here!"

Arthur immediately recognized Damian’s voice.

Then Damian shouted again, "And have you seen my master? I can’t seem to contact her!"

Arthur slowly turned his head toward Athena.

Then he looked back at the door.

His expression became one of absolute despair.

"How the hell am I supposed to tell this bastard that he couldn’t contact his master because I was banging her all night long."