Chapter 261: Call me ’Sir’ Again

The gentle breeze from the window fell upon her hair, brushing the curls away from her face.

Theo stirred slightly under the sweet cold wrapped around her, wondering if she floating on clouds. A hum left her lips, and her eyes slowly fluttered open, taking in the light in front of her.

Or...the shadows.

The first thing she was was a chest.

A very broad one with dark markings that looked like they belonged with an ancient God of darkness or something.

It took her another second to realise it wasn’t just a chest but a chest with a full body — a very naked one that was wrapped around her smaller frame, cuddling her against it.

Very slowly, she looked up to see the face of this... being. Perfect lips. A jaw that was sharp enough to cut stone, perfect nose and long, thick eyelashes.

The Moon Goddess definitely took her sweet time creating his hellish being.

Another second later, and she realised he wasn’t the only naked one on the bed.

That was probably the exact moment her eyes widened, and the speed of her already racing heart picked up to new lengths.

And that sound was what woke him up.

And of course, she knew that face. She’d seen it during in the war, and in her dreams many times after that.

Sylas...

No, Zevon Pendragon.

He stared back at her with his blue eyes, and she’d never in her life felt such adoration with just a simple stare.

But it was all confusing, and she couldn’t remember how she had ended up here on this bed with him.

"You’re breathtaking, Venom,"

A pit began forming deep in her stomach again and she swallowed tightly. How can someone’s voice be that deep? Is that even possible?!

"Uhhhh," She started, wondering how she was going to get the question out without fumbling even more than she already had, "How did I...did we...I don’t remember—"

"How did you end up here? You were drunk and I brought you here for your own safety," He answered and continued, "Did we have sex? We did," He reached down and kissed her forehead, earning him a shudder from her, "You don’t remember what happened? Well, you promised you would so I’m not gonna answer that one,"

She blinked.

He blinked back.

Then, she gently pulled away from him and made to sit her. He let her because he needed to let her get her bearings straight and also because he would eventually pull her back into his arms.

As she pulled her body away from him, she was embarrassed to see that parts of them were literally stacked together, and the smell of sex and everything else hung between those parts of them.

She pulled again, this time finally unlocking their bodies before she turned her head to the window and stared. Partially because she needed the fresh air on her face, and because she wasn’t sure she could keep staring into those eyes of his.

"Sylas—" She cleared her throat, "Zevon— what am I supposed to call you?"

"Mate,"

She felt her stomach flip.

Her cheeks couldn’t possibly turn any more red than it already is.

"Where...am I exactly?!"

"Gravemont,"

She nodded once. She had a feeling.

"Uhmm, I’m sorry about the drunkenness. I shouldn’t have—" She froze when he gripped her chin softly and turned her face back to him, "I hope I didn’t—"

Oh no!

Those eyes!

"I hope I didn’t give you too much, trouble, sir,"

His eye brow shot up.

She caught the expression and quickly added, "I mean, I was told you’re a professor in the school and I—"

He kissed her before anymore of it could come out. She looked too red to not be kissed, and he’d been craving to kiss her the moment he opened her eyes and saw those clear eyes staring back at his.

Theo sucked in a deep, her mind reeling with shock and excitement as he took her lips greedily, his hands snaking into her hair and gripping her scalp.

He kissed her till they were both breathless.

She looked wrecked again when he finally pulled away, lips parted in awe, "Sir, we should probably—"

And he kissed her again, "Call me ’sir’ again and I’ll have you against the wall screaming it over and over again as I force stars upon your eyes,"

"Then what am I supposed to address you?"

"Sir," He smirked.

Now she wasn’t sure what to do.

He captured her lips again, tilting her chin up to gain more depth as his tongue dragged across every corner of her mouth, making her gasp for air.

She felt a finger running down her neck, down between her breasts and all the way between her legs.

Her body burned with excitement, but the man casually changed directions and came back up to her neck, wrapping his hand around them as he kept kissing her.

Her toes curled and her muscles clenched with need, but she wasn’t about to say that to him. She’d just woken up in someone’s bed — a man a part of her still considered as a stranger — but another craved with uncontrolled need.

He squeezed a breast in one hand, causing a moan to slip out, "Sir...,"

She paused when she heard him growl, unaware of what she’d just done to him again.

The next moment she felt like she was hanging in the air, and then her back was being pressed against something hard and warm...and something cold was covering her from the front.

That was not the worst part.

It was the organ that had just been buried inside her, all the way to the hilt.

He was freaking ball’s deep.

Her eyes rolled so bad that it sparked memories from last night. She could see the visions right there whenever her eyes had disappeared to — remembered their brief discussion, what she had promised, the kiss, the touch, the sex...

Oh... fucking hell!

He slammed into her again, whispering into her ear that she keeps her eyes on him or risk getting punished for her actions.

Her legs were wrapped around his torso again, and his ass was clenched hard from the very force of every thrust that dug deeper into her core.

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