Art

She hadn't realized or noticed it because she was so drunk in pleasure but she had been thoroughly decorated.

By bite marks.

Especially around her neck and chest region. It was like he was sucking the pleasure out of her.

She had no words, honestly, if he wasn't a vampire or some blood sucking demon then she didn't want to know anymore.

Wait! Demon.

Why hadn't she thought about that before or was it because she thought it was impossible for such a being to exist.

He was a Demon. He'd once said that where they were residing now was the underworld so he was obviously a Demon.

She didn't think much of it back then but now it kind of made sense.

After taking a look in the mirror she freshened not caring whether her body was resisting or not. It had to be done anyway.

When she walked out of the bathroom he was still sitting there, waiting for her.

He seemed to have a lot of time to spare.

"Thankyou for making me look like some piece of art" she said while drying her hair.

She'd changed her clothes and finally her chest had been covered from him or the bite from the cool wind.

He smiled, and there was something about him when he smiled a genuine smile, " You're already a masterpiece already so I didn't have to do much "

"Right"

"You don't want to see my fangs anymore?"

She stood by the door that connected his and her room and peeped in there. His room was far much bigger than hers back at home.

No, back at her previous home.

"I do, but everytime I remember that those same same fangs bit into my body I get the urge not to look at them anymore" she said still admiring his room.

Everything about the 'underworld' was simply more luxurious than what she she had at her previous home.

"They shouldn't scare you" she heard his footsteps approach from behind and stand right behind her, his warm breath whispered near her neck, she shivered.

"Why shouldn't they?" she didn't lean into him but the urge was evidently there. She wanted him again and again but there was no time for that.

Plus she was the one who said that, whatever happened the previous night meant nothing.

But honestly she was attracted to him.

"Because they only come out when I want them to, when am incredibly angry and when a beautiful woman such as yourself decides to wear leather pants while am still here"

"This was what I had"

His hand played with the band of her pants. She had no intention to seduce him whatsoever when wearing it, she only wore because this was literally what she had.

"Which is all I need Princess, you really know how to make me want you each and every second" he said still teasing her.

She was trying, really, her best not to give a reaction but her body had always been treacherous towards her.

She leaned in to his chest giving in to the reaction he so desperately wanted to see.

"You need to stop Izan, we said it was just for last night"

He chuckled,

"We? I don't remember agreeing to just last night, only you agreed to that plus that's not what you were saying this morning"

Her memories of the previous night were almost close to blank so she had no recollection of what he was saying.

"This morning?" she turned to look at him. She turned to look at him, his hands slithered all around her waist pulling her against him.

She whimpered but still awaited for a reply.

"When you were begging me not to stop and when-" she stopped him, she knew he would say something that would end up embarrassing her.

After all she was a completely different person in bed.

"Don't say it, I think we should stop this Izan" she pulled away from him and shook her head pushing away all those thoughts related to him and last night.

"But is still want you" he groaned.

"I do want you too but we have other things to take care of"

"I don't see any other things to take care of, just give in" he said trying to reach out and play with a loc of her hair but she was faster.

She evaded his touch and this time he didn't use his speed to an advantage.

"We do Izan"

He sighed defeatedly, "Ok, I need to take a shower I'll be back in a few"

She nodded and watched him leave, his broad shoulders covering the small space of the door. She was really curious what it felt like when her fingers she was touching that back aimlessly last night.

Because it was as if her mind was completely blank.

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She needed to go see Adelle as soon as possible but because she really wasn't keeping her promise but Whitney had barged into Izan's room unannounced and she'd almost been caught.

But obviously Izan had come to the rescue, luckily she could hear everything the two were talking.

And the latest news was some of the prisoners were travelling with them to wherever Izan's sister was.

She didn't know what to think of this new journey that Izan wanted her to embark on. But she was curious about Izan's sister.

One last thing that persuaded her to go to was that Haelyn was there. If she left with Izan at least finally she would meet with Haelyn.

She missed Haelyn so she couldn't miss on that opportunity.

In short she didn't actually need to go see Adelle because she would be joining them the only problem left was her.

Where would Izan stuff her.

"We're leaving tonight, I hope you're prepared" she said then skidded out of the room.

When she wasn't being a sexually frustrating woman she was a very different woman, almost mature.

The door to that small cubicle opened up revealing Izan, she almost tripped but he saved her soon enough by holding her wrist and pulling her towards him.

Although not as close to those abs as she would've wanted.