Chapter Five

I felt the butterflies rummaging in my stomach. His breathing was heavy and the air that escaped his lips caressed mine. I, on the other hand, was unconsciously gritting my lower lip with my teeth—gosh, he smells of fine wine and eucalyptus.

"Did he touch you?" Why are their questions both about touching me?

“What? Of course not,” I answered promptly. I fucking sound so defensive.

His voice was deep and his eyes examined mine carefully. His grip on both my hands tightened sending currents throughout my body. I felt the bit of pain but it felt exciting-- fucking different.

"We’re not even lovers." My voice came out ragged, my breath was turning heavier and heavier as his other hand laid on my neck, his fingers sliding from my delicate skin into the back of my head.

"W-what are you doing?"

I gulped, he suddenly tugged into my hair making me groan.

"Do you like it?"

His voice is sexy and flirty, never leaving his darkened gaze on my grey eyes. My body felt so hot as he continuously breathes on me. My lips slowly parted and my face felt as if it was being burned.

"Tell me."

He whispered at me again, closing his face more onto me until his lip brushes with mine.

"Yes."

I uttered as soft as the warm air that escapes my lips. I've never felt this way before, and it is only him that makes me feel this-- and I fucking want him.

He bit my lower lip and suck on it with his sexy mouth, making me melt like ice cream in the middle of summer. His hand was still pinning my arms above me while the other still tugging gently at my hair, making my neck accessible for his mouth to try and savor. His lips then slowly move down my jaw, towards my neck and he does it-- so freaking slow like exquisite torture, making me moan. I feel the pressure of his hands gripping more, making my eyes close out of pleasure, giving him more of my neck--feeling his body, hot and much closer to mine.

From my hair, his other hand laid just below my breast, cupping the side. Shit.

My legs felt as if it's turning to jellies and he continued, kissing my neck and cupping me like hell and I love it.

His lips were then replaced by his hot tongue, my moan turned louder when his tongue went from gentle to aggressive, claiming my neck as if I was his. His hand slid from the side of my breast down to my waist, continuously, repetitively, I groaned out of the intoxication. He then sucked harshly on the skin of my clavicle and it felt so freaking good, my back arched on him, leaning on, with my breast touching his chest.

He then let go of me, and I leaned on the wall, feeling weak, and hot, and turned on.

His breaths were also heavy; his lips were parted like mine. I bit my lip and his blue gaze turned darker. He looked so hungry and wild, his black hair was unruly, he is so sexy, and bad-- really, really bad.

*****

He pushed me on the bed, I moaned as his lips fervently clashes with mine. He lifted up my shirt, without breaking our kiss, making my skin and my upper breast visible from my red bra. His tongue was claiming my mouth, biting my lip, sucking my tongue to his--I gripped some of his hair, as his tongue slid to my neck. He then moved to unhook the front of my bra exposing my swollen breast to him. I felt his hand move to grope them, putting my nipple between his middle and forefinger, pulling lightly-- the other, sliding his finger at my navel. His nails lightly grazed my skin as it travelled from my navel down. His finger started pulling the band of my jeans making me gasp. His touch is so mesmerizing, fuck.

"Oh, god."

I bit my lip hard to avoid screaming in indulgence. I clenched on the sides of the sheets as my mouth opened in an O as he sucked on my breast. His tongue played with my hard nipples, sucking and licking one on each turn.

My eyes fluttered open when I heard a loud ring beside the bed. I was dreaming! Dreaming about Adam! My breath was heavy and I felt my heart rummaging wildly on my sternum.

I can't believe I dreamt about him and more, about that! I shook my head as it replayed the dream I had, feeling so ashamed at myself since I loved it.

"That was so nice to watch."

My throat went dry when Adam's deep voice startled me from the door.

Oh. shit. oh. my.

His hair was still wet from the shower, his lustrous eyes looking at me, making my libido increase. Only a towel is present to cover his lower part, revealing the upper hot sculpted body of his. I can see some waters dripping on his muscles slowly from the waters of his hair-- I sucked my lips inward and evaded the beautiful man leaning on the door frame.

I can't stare at him especially when I dreamt about him.

My heart rushed when he took his step towards the bed where I am in. I remembered last night-- after what happened yesterday, he broke off our tension by telling me to give him a coffee for the last fucking time. Nothing happened after what he did to me, I just went straight to bed after his coffee since he never talked to me again.

I held a blanket to my body even though I am fully dressed, well aware of how I can react if he ever tries to touch me again.

He sat down, and god, he smells so good, I am doing my best to keep looking away so that I won't drown down to his charisma.

"You have work today, right?"

Why does his voice sound so freakin' sexy even though he just asks simple things?

I nodded, still not looking at him.

I felt his finger trace the ends of my ear and my breathing hitched immediately.

"Look at me,” he uttered.

Without question, my eyes laid on his magnificent blue. I feel so bare and I feel like my body was once again set on fire.

"Tell me what you want."

I swallow.

I can't help looking at his toned chest, the water still dripped from his wet hair and I wanted to touch him so bad. I noticed that his hair was looking odd, it wasn't black anymore, it was silver-grey! He even looked hotter, it compliments his blue eyes very well too.

"Y-your hair."

His brows furrowed and a faint smile formed on his lips.

"You want my hair?"

"N-no, I mean, it changed."

Is he pouting his lips? He is so adorable! I want to bite it. I realized what I just thought about and I wanted to slap myself for it.

"Don't you like it?" He asked pouting.

Why is he asking me that?

"I love it." Everything looks good on you, even if he goes bald, I think he'll still look great.

"Good." He beamed at me while he gets some strands to his fingers and looking at it too. Like a little kid.

"Did you dye it?"

"Uhm, no. This is the real color."

My mouth dropped, what? That's so cool.

Well, he's a demon, a supernatural, so--- is it really supposed to be weird?

He gripped the ends of my blanket and threw it on the ground, leaving my arms crossed at my chest as if I was naked. What the hell am I doing?

"Stand up."

His voice was more of a command. My body, without my own consent, slowly gets off the duvet. He held my wrist and pulled me to stand before him. My eyes looked at him as he sat on my bed, gripping my arm like he never wanted to let me go. I feel so damn, excited, eager, even though I don't know what this is about.

"Put your hands on my shoulder." I suddenly remember the song by Paul Anka making me snort. He looked amused and just stared at me, leaving me flustered. I then willingly obeyed what he asked me and laid my palm on both his bare shoulders which were still cold from the shower.

"Good girl."

Fuck. He turns me on.

"Don't let go,” he smiled.

He held on to my waist and looked at me, his naughty blue eyes staring at me and his lips wearing a sexy darn smile. He will bring me to hell for this.

"Do you know what I felt when I watched you moan in your sleep?"

Oh fuck, the dream.

"H-how long have you been standing at the door?"

He smiles, his gaze darkening, "The whole time."

His hands started to rub the sides of my waist. I leaned my head back, trying to suppress my loud breath, gripping on his shoulder, tighter, so I wouldn't let go.

How can he have this so much effect on me?

"Do you want more?"

I gulped, "Yes..."

My words came out raspy, filled with air. He buried his face on the area of my navel and I felt self-conscious, backing out a bit.

"I haven't showered..."

I sucked my lower lip in, feeling embarrassed.

He didn't mind what I said and reeled me closer, he used his teeth to lift up my shirt, making his lower lip brush on the skin of my navel.

'Oh."

I moaned.

His hands went inside my shirt; he slowly tracked my curves from the inside until he reached my breasts.

My nails dig into his shoulder as he strokes it with his thumb. He scoops the bra with his thumb, feeling my nipples under his finger.

"Oh, please."

I cried softly.

"Please what?"

He continued playing with me but I don't know what to say, I don't even know what I want.

"I want to fuck you,” he suddenly whispered.

Oh my. That sounds intense.

The area between my legs felt tight all of sudden, making me jolt.

"Okay,” I squeaked.

It's really happening!

My phone rang, making me jump. He moved to get it beside the bed at the nightstand. His brow suddenly pulled up in the middle, and he glared at me.

"Your boyfriend is calling."

"Zach is not my boyfriend."

He raised a brow at me, looking irritated.

"So, that's why you were always hugging each other like you're a husband and wife."

"No! He's like a family to me."

"Family?" He smirks. "He wants to get in your pants." He stood up, looking at me furiously.

"He's not that kind of guy!" I shouted at him, I can't let him talk down on my best friend, I crossed my arms, glaring back at him.

He licked his lips. His eyes blazing, "He's 'also' a guy, Eve!"

"Well, he's not like you!" I defended.

"So, we're going at this now? You fucking dare compare him to me?! "

He was shouting and the area around felt like it has increased in temperature. I noticed the glasses in my window cracking slowly but I never really knew why he never frightens me-- well, I am mad too.

"Why wouldn't I?! You will go on trying to turn me on, then leave me, then come back, 'try' to get in my pants, which I think is what you do with all the other women around! Fucking. Them. Up!"

His eyes turned doubtful and surprised. His gaze suddenly dropped down.

I didn't mean that.

"Is that what you think I do? You think I do this to you because I enjoy the thought of fucking other women too? You think I am one of those little men who just wanted to fuck around?"

He looked hurt. I want to tell him sorry but-- I can't back down.

"Isn't that what you do as 'the demon'?" I asked sarcastically, I started tapping my foot to ease off the tension, I can't back down now.

He frowned at me.

"You, all of you, don't know how it feels to be what I am right now. You're all fools."

"Then what are you doing to me!? I lived with you for six days and you----"

"Six days! Six days is not enough for you to look at me and judge what I have been in my whole life! Don't speak like a goddamn all-knowing fuck. You don't judge someone's existence when you don't know enough."

He looked at me with dismay and I felt hurt too. I didn't want to hurt him and I know he'll never do that, I can feel it. But I don't know how to say sorry. He turned around and went to his room, banged the door closed, loudly.

I felt weak, my knees were shaking-- I stumbled down on my bed. Looking at the clock, I tapped my cheeks to reassemble my thoughts. I head straight to shower, forgetting about Adam for quite a while so I could focus on my work. As I face the vanity mirror, I saw a kiss mark near my chest. I remember how he sucked on me last night but only sadness is sinking in on my mind. I wanted to cry, but no. Instead, I dressed in my black coat and white dress matching with my black sandals.

I shut the door in my house, closed it, and went to work without saying anything to Adam, who just kept himself in his room.