All Chapters of COLLIDE WITH THE HANDSOME DEMON: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Rayline. I grinned and placed my glass on the table in the corner of the room before turning to face him. "I told you to stop reading my mind." I raised an eyebrow, and he smirked instead. He set his glass down, and as I lifted my arms to his neck, his hands made their way to my waist to hug me. He leaned in, coming closer as his nose touched mine. "Sorry, kitten. I'm glad to hear how much you love me." I scoffed and pulled away while rolling my eyes, making him chuckle. My gaze returned to his, our eyes interlocked, and he leaned down to kiss me. As our lips gently touched, his lips danced quickly to mine. He pulled back slightly, but I drew them back, and he smiled as I kissed him, more passionately this time. We sink into a steady rhythm as our bodies cling to each other, his chest against mine as his arms wrap around my body. His tongue slipped into my mouth, the bitter taste of wine washing over my lips, and I slowly ran my fingers through his hair, making him moan. My touch b

Rayline. All I could do was whimper as my mind could not comprehend a clear response. My mind was a mess as the pressure quickly built up, reaching its limit. I tried to lift my legs up as he hooked my knees and pushed them up, almost folding me over as he slammed into me. "Ah, fuck!" I cried out as he managed to ram deeper. He groans at the change in position, and I can hear him muttering a few curses in between gasps. "Cole?" I was finally able to speak. "I-I'm gonna... fuck, I'm gonna come!" He moved even faster, each stroke hitting the spot that made me so turned on, and with the last stroke, my body began to convulse. I cried out loudly as I was pinned to the mattress by his weight. His movements slowed, taking a deep breath before stopping. He moved his hands, letting my legs fall down, and he leaned in to kiss my temple. Even as I gave him permission to do what he wanted— to make use of me— he was still mindful of my current state. Apart from his hard cock that I still fe

Rayline. The day seemed to fly by in a flash. Spending the morning buying food and looking out at the streets, then walking around the city looking at the shops and buildings, and even enjoying a bit of dancing in the square with the music playing. It was a relief to walk around and talk to Cole as if everything was fine, pretending that I had no other problems in the world and was on a magical vacation with my boyfriend. Really, I wish it was like that, but I'm grateful to be able to have moments like this. "So what's next for today?" I asked as I walked down the sidewalk with a smile on my face. "Hmm, I was thinking how about we go to a nice cafe with a nice view, maybe grab a snack," Cole continued as I looked up at him with sparkling eyes, making his light yellow eyes sparkle. "I could show you some of the architectural forms, all the ancient things, and then we could stop at the church and look at the spear." "Sounds perfect," I replied as I clasped his hand and swung our arms

Rayline. We made our way down a few hallways until we found the main room, and my vision began to adjust. There were benches lined up, and my eyes looked up to see the beautifully decorated ceiling that hung high above our heads. While I was busy admiring the architecture of this building, Cole went on to observe his surroundings carefully. He then started to take a step in another direction, and I could feel a growing sense of intention in him. At last, after a seemingly endless walk in the darkness, Cole finally stopped in his tracks, and I came across a large display case guarded by ropes. I took a step forward and gave him a fleeting glance. "Do... do you think this is real?" He pressed his lips together and took a step closer, his keen eyes looking at them closely. "I don't feel anything." He paused for a moment. "Joey might be right." "Are you sure?" I looked down at the spearhead. It looked centuries old, but that did not mean it was real, it could have been a copy. "Well,

Rayline. I was standing in a large hall, taking a deep breath. As my eyes looked around, I recognized that this was the same hallway I remembered Cole introducing himself to his father, which meant the door he was standing in front of was the door to his father's office. He held the handle of the bag on his shoulder, and he shifted in one place before dropping it to the floor. He then straightened up and stepped towards the door, taking one last breath before pushing it open. It revealed his father sitting at his desk fiddling with papers, and as soon as Cole stepped into the room, he glanced up. "Oh, Cole." He moved a piece of paper to a pile on the side of the desk. "I have been meaning to call you for a while." Cole took a step forward but did not speak. "I need you for more work." He reached the front of his father's desk and stopped in place. There was silence before his father's eyes finally met his son's, and Cole's hand turned into a fist at his side. "No." His father's