Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 829

Cassarae lay there sprawled, her face buried into a pillow and her ass hanging in the air. Of course, she didn’t have the strength to keep it there. She was just lucky there were enough pillows left over in the room to cushion her hips and belly.

Her legs twitched, her breathing haggard. Inwardly, she felt like she was going to pass out, and yet she somehow wanted more, while also knowing if she really did have any more, her heart might give out.

Sylas sat in silence at the edge of the bed, staring off into space. His skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his expression was obscured by the thick curls of his hair.

At some point, Cassarae finally stopped gasping for breath. Well, the wheezing stopped. The heavy breathing was still very much there despite her Constitution stat.

Even so, she didn’t have the strength to turn at all, so she just spoke directly into the pillow.

"Don’t lie to me… how many bitches have you fucked this good… let me know now so I know… who I have to kill…"

Sylas didn’t reply, at least not immediately. And that earned him a kick to the shoulder. Cassarae wasn’t looking, so she missed the first two before she finally landed one nice and solid.

"I told you already," Sylas said calmly.

There was an odd steadiness to his voice now that hadn’t been there before. Though his expression was still obscured, Cassarae felt something constrict her heart. She ignored the odd feeling, pushing it down because what she had heard was simply too ridiculous.

"Who do you think… you’re trying to… fool?"

"I have plenty of experience with women. I just haven’t had sex with any of them."

Cassarae fell into silence, trying to decide whether she believed that nonsense or not. No matter how she sliced it, it really did sound ridiculous.

But she also knew Sylas too well. He couldn’t be bothered to lie, especially not when he already had her to begin with.

She finally struggled to look back and felt a hint of a fire trying to creep back into her loins. If it wasn’t for the slight ache that followed it, she really might have tried to pounce on him again.

Just from the side, there was something about the cut of Sylas’ obliques and the long, thick line of his lats, and then the way his hair fell to partially obscure it all that reeled her in.

But it wasn’t just that. It was his aura. It had always been his aura.

She was intoxicated by this sort of man. That sort of controlled wildness that she couldn’t help but be attracted to. A beast trapped in a cage that somehow also had it in him to be gentle with a fragile vase like her.

Despite the fact Sylas’ head was lowered, she felt something stirring her.

Cassarae slowly pushed herself up, ignoring the fatigue of her body and pulling to Sylas’ side. His head was still lowered, but when she bent down to take a look at his face, she saw it.

A pair of dense green eyes almost glowing in the slight darkness. He stared off into the distance, not at anything particular. It was almost like the floorboards beneath his vein-pulsing feet were the most interesting thing in the world.

But she knew that he wasn’t looking at them.