Chapter 38

He kept going, not minding her staring at him.

Diana felt strange urges in her body.

Her eyes laid first on his sweating body, then his muscles, shaking after each impact.

His arm, shoulder, chest, and back, were all in motion.

She walked, circling around where he stood.

Each hit made her body tremble, shiver, vibrate.

She kept walking, staring. Contrary to other warriors she knew, Cayn was bulkier. Big, rectangularly shaped, a perfectly defined body.

She finally raised her eyes to look at his face.

Her pupils expanded.

His black hair became longer since the last time she noticed. Wet pitch black hair, dancing around with each hit.

He seemed to have grown a little beard. Yet it didn't hide his perfect jawline.

His sweat was slowly falling on his lips.

His nicely shaped nose breathing in strong, taking her breath with him.

She could feel and hear his mouth and nose's heavy breathing.

His golden eyes shinned under the bright light of the speckles each strike made.

His sweat fell on his black curled eyelashes. His big dark eyebrows were no different.

And his wet hair again fell on them.

He suddenly stopped, as he finished shopping the black piece, into a small knife.

He started heating it again and cooling it, then sanding it.

He heated it again then dipped it into a pool of oil, then reheated it again at a lower temperature.

He then continued by creating its hilt, using beautiful black leather.

And he finished off by sharpening the blade.

His eyes never lost focus. And never did Diana's eyes, watching him carefully.

He finally finished.

He took a look at it for a bit before cleaning it.

Then he finally raised his eyes to look at her.

"Why didn't you take a seat?" He asked as he put the knife, reaching for a towel from where he was sitting.

"I," she walked closer to him, giving him the towel. "I didn't notice the time." She circled him again.

He put the towel on his head.

Just as he tried to clean, he felt Diana's fingers slowly running on his back.

"My sweat," he said.

Her fingers ran through the fine lines of his back. "I know," she answered softly.

"I'm dirty," his voice slowed down.

Her fingers ran to the back of his neck, to his broad shoulders. Then again down, slowly to his lower back dimples.

She circled with her fingers on his waist, all the way to his abs.

Raising her gorgeous fingers to the middle of his ripped chest.

She raised her eyes to look at him while in motion.

His hair was on falling on his eyes, his bestial dragon eyes.

She pressed her lips together as she met his eyes, swallowing her breath.

She looked at his body, up and down, slowly. While he kept watching her eyes staring so intensely.

She raised her eyes, taking the towel off his hair.

Her other hand was on his chest, pushing him gently with her fingers.

Cayn's back laid on the wall.

She slowly sat on his lap.

She finally raised her eyes to meet his. By then she was already too close.

She didn't know when but she was already short of breath as if she was panting.

Her fingers ran through his hair, staring at his face's features.

She grabbed his hair making him raise his head slightly.

She finally met his cold eyes again.

Felt his big hand steadily placed on her waist.

Her body straightened and shivered by his touch.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, pressing her lips against his.

Their eyes closed, and their lips slowly let go of each other, letting out a small sound.

Their bodies froze in motion.

Cayn's hands tightened on her body.

They kissed again.

Their lips let go once again.

Cayn brought her by her hips to him.

Their lips met impatiently.

He started pushing her hips back and forth as their tongues entered the play.

Her fingers let go and grabbed his hair rougher.

They gradually grew passionately, breathing heavily but fast.

Diana opened her eyes as she pulled away to catch a breath.

But she found Cayn's bestial eyes following her.

His lips followed her and caught her.

Surprised, she moaned in his mouth.

Cayn's tongue turned to play with hers.

Her closed eyes clenched.

He pulled back as she moaned again.

Her mouth opened, breathing heavily, begging for more.

Her cheeks and ears were painted red, catching her breath.

This type of purely instinctual and rough kiss by Cayn made her mind blank.

She met his cold dragon eyes. His eyes were colder than usual.

"Y-you, hmm," she stuttered.

He took a deep breath and sighed.

Wrapped his hands around her and hugged her.

She didn't know what to do.

"Don't do that," he suddenly spoke with a coarse voice.

His arms tightly embraced her. "It's hard already on normal days if you do that..."

He closed his eyes, putting his head on her shoulder. "I don't think I can control myself next time."

Her eyes widened.

She sat there for a moment.

Her entire face was red, flustering.

She held her face with her hand, trying to hide.

Then looked at his figure then hugged her.

She got even more embarrassed and hugged him.

A comfortable silence filled the huge forge.

After a while, Cayn slowly let go.

She stood up, and he followed.

He gave her the black knife as he cleaned himself with the towel.

"This is mine?" She asked.

"Yeah," he said. "It has a little bit of my power."

She smiled warmly, holding the knife close to her heart.

"I will take good care of it. Thank you, dear."

Finishing up he wore a shirt and held the twin swords he decided to give her.

While she held the knife.

The forge disappeared and they got back to the hall leading o her room.

They walked beside each other without saying a word.

Finally, in front of the door, she turned to look at him.

She hugged him gently. "Sleep well," she said softly.

"You too," as he kissed her hand gracefully before giving her her swords.

Their eyes didn't leave each other till the door closed.

And even then, they stood on the side, staring at the big wooden door.

As if they could feel each other's stare.

A brief moment passed. They turned to walk away.

She had a gentle smile on her beautiful face while laying on her bed.

A black cigarette suddenly formed between his fingers.

He put it between his lips. Pushed his hair back from his face. Opened his bloodthirsty shining eyes, taking a deep breath. As if he was trying to calm himself.

His eyes were cold, terrifying.

He disappeared with a gentle breath of darkness surrounding him.