Feeling her emotions(18+)
Chapter 13
{Warning: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers}
"Mr. Lee," Mr. Thompson stammered, his face pale and voice trembling. "I… I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know she was with you."
"Who's he, and why does Mr. Thompson look like he's seen a ghost?" someone whispered, echoing the confusion of the small crowd now gathered.
Natasha, swaying slightly in her drunken stupor, giggled at the commotion. "Drogen, you came! I was just about to summon you," she slurred, completely clueless to the weight of her words. Gracie, standing nearby, watched in stunned silence. Since when did Natasha have such a devastatingly handsome man as a boyfriend? And why did he seem to hold more authority than their boss?
"This perverted boss touched my butt. Can you… Can you…" Natasha attempted to complain but was interrupted by an unladylike burp.
Drogen's cold gaze fell on Mr. Thompson as he walked up to Natasha, scooping her effortlessly into his arms. "Who got her drunk?" His voice was like frost, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop.
"I-I didn't know she was your girlfriend! I swear I wouldn't have…" Mr. Thompson trailed off, his words faltering under Drogen's piercing glare.
Drogen leaned closer to him and whispered "I promise you this, the next time you lay your fucked up hands on her, I'm gonna dismember every bone in your body and feed you to the wolves" Drogen threatened, his voice chilling and deep. Everyone around could feel his murderous aura, Drogen was barely holding in the urge to crush this man's skull and the hands he used to touch her.
After giving Mr Thompson a final deadly glare, he walked out with Natasha in his arms. Mr Thompson stood frozen on his spot, like he'd just seen a ghost, it felt like the devil himself had just spoken.
Gracie rushed after Drogen, blocking his path. "Wait! Where are you taking her? Who are you? Natasha never mentioned you before!"
"Gracie, he's actually a grim re—" Natasha began, her words slurred and nonsensical, but Drogen quickly silenced her with a kiss. It wasn't a soft, tender kiss this time. It was commanding, silencing, and sent an unmistakable message to her but also left her breathless.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Gracie demanded, her shock turning into anger.
"I'm her boyfriend. She's drunk, and I'm taking her home," Drogen replied simply, continuing to move.
Gracie, unconvinced, stepped in front of him again. "How do I know you're not some creep?"
Drogen's patience was wearing thin. "Don't trust me. Trust your friend, who clearly does."
"Natasha, is he really your boyfriend?" Gracie urged, looking to Natasha for confirmation.
Natasha, her face flushed and dreamy, nodded with a lazy smile. Satisfied but still suspicious, Gracie reluctantly stepped aside, watching them disappear into the elevator.
The moment they were out of sight, Drogen teleported them to his apartment. Natasha blinked, the sudden shift clearing some of her drunken haze.
"You're awfully honest when you're drunk," Drogen remarked, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he dropped her to stand on her feet.
"Why were you late?" Natasha demanded, swaying slightly as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"You could just say thank you," he replied, his gaze softening as he looked at her.
"I'm not good with words," she muttered, looking away.
"Then show me with actions," he whispered, stepping closer.
"What actions?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to face him, her lips slightly parted.
"Like this," he replied before slowly leaning in and capturing her lips in a kiss. This time, the kiss was slow and deep, pulling her into a whirlwind of sensations. Her heart raced as she surrendered to him, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Drogen's hands slid down her back, pulling her flush against him. She moaned softly as she felt his hardness press against her core, but instead of pulling away, she leaned into him, craving the closeness.
Before she knew it, she was pinned against the wall, his lips trailing down her neck to the sensitive spot below her ear. She moaned softly, her body trembling as his hands explored her curves. All his self control had snapped at this point, and he wanted nothing but to feel every part of her.
"You're driving me insane," he growled into her ear, his voice husky and thick with need. Without wasting a moment, He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he carried her to his bedroom, and lay her gently on the bed.
Her gaze met his, and a flush spread across her cheeks, her heart racing. No man had ever made her feel this way—like her very soul was set ablaze by a simple kiss—and she wasn't about to let the feeling slip away just yet. It was intoxicating, addictive, and she could feel her body craving more.
She instinctively covered her body with her arms as his intense gaze raked over her. "You want me to stop?" he asked , his voice a mixture of desire and challenge. His obvious bulge poked hard against his pants,his face twisting in slight discomfort...he badly needed a relief from the building pressure.
She shook her head, her resolve steady despite the storm raging within her.
He groaned and proceeded to undressed her with agonizing slowness, his touch igniting sparks on her skin. His lips trailed down her body, his tongue teasing her sensitive peaks as she arched against him, her body responding instinctively to the immense pleasure. His hand slipped between her thighs, finding her most sensitive spot, her arousal wet his fingers as her began stimulating her clit, with slow and professional gentlness that left her moaning in response.
Natasha's breath hitched as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she trembled beneath him, her hips moved with rhythm instinctively against his fingers. She soon felt the pressure building up below her stomach, her moans spilling freely as she exploded in a soul shattering pleasure.
Her climax left her breathless, her hands still tightly wrapped around him. Almost immediately, Drogen let out a loud groan as he shuddered from his release, his fluids wetting his pants. What the fuck. Did he just c.u.m from watching her? That was something he'd never experienced before In all his centuries of existence.
As soon as her breathing returned to normal, she drifted off to sleep, the wine finally taking effect. Drogen Chuckled in amusement as he watched her sleep, he carried her to the bathroom, cleaning her gently before tucking her into bed. He sat afterwards in the living room as soon as he was done showering, his thoughts a chaotic mess.
He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the unfamiliar thrum of emotions he couldn't quite name. Was it fear? Worry? Something else?
Earlier when he was on his mission, his heart was racing the whole time... worried for a reason he didn't even know why.
And when he finally arrived and saw her in that bastard's arms, he felt so enraged that he almost ended Thompson right there, but luckily for the guy, he was able to control his rage just in time. Drogen was sure that the next time he witnessed such scene from anyone else, they definitely wouldn't live to see the break of dawn.
He didn't know how to explain what he felt and why he was having a hard time controlling his emotions, especially with anything realated to her. he couldn't resist her charm...he yearned for her so badly it was driving him insane.
Bruce materialized suddenly, startling Drogen, he flinched slightly. "You're distracted," Bruce observed, his tone curious.
"Can you not sneak up on me?" Drogen shot back irritably.
"What's got you so deep in thought that you didn't sense my presence?" Bruce asked, his gaze sharp.
"If I fall in love, what happens?" Drogen asked, his voice quieter than usual, his question catching bruce off guard.
Bruce's eyes widened. "What do you mean? Are you in love with someone?"
"No. Just answer the damn question," Drogen snapped.
Bruce leaned back, his expression contemplative. "If you fall in love, your curse will break, and you'll die."
Drogen's jaw tightened, but before he could respond, Bruce smirked. "Wait… is this about that human girl?"
"It's nothing," Drogen replied sharply.
Bruce chuckled knowingly. "Relax. The emotions you're feeling aren't yours. They're hers, courtesy of the blood pact."
"What?" Drogen asked, confused.
"The blood pact lets you feel her emotions. That's why you can sense when she's scared or in danger. It's part of the deal," Bruce explained.
"How do I stop feeling them?"
"Simple—dissolve the blood pact."
"And how do I do that?"
" What? You've lived longer that me...how can you not know how to dissolve a blood pact" Bruce asked, puzzled
"Well, I don't...so tell me"
"Sex. Having sex with her will dissolve the blood pact"