His Innocent Sera novel Chapter 20

As dawn's light melts into the sea, his breath melted against her skin, seeping deep into her bones. The glass nearly slipped from her hand, but he caught it swiftly by wrapping his hand around hers. He took the glass from her hand and placed it on the side. She clutched the counter's edge, feeling nervous.

"Why weren't you at school today?" he asked, his breath searing her flesh with deliberate heat. Her skin broke into goosebumps, her heart galloping like a wild horse fleeing a blaze.

"I asked you something, princess," he said, pressing closer. His voice calm yet dripping with undeniable authority.

"I..I wasn't feeling well," she stuttered, anxiety gripping her already wavering voice.

"You were not?" he murmured, his deep voice a low vibration as his mouth ghosted over the slope of her neck.

She shivered visibly in his embrace before she managed, "No."

"Is that why you were not answering my calls too?" he asked, trailing featherlight kisses down her neck.

"Please," she implored, squirming uncomfortably in his arms.

"Don't," he warned, mouth still lingering on her skin. "You've made too many mistakes to demand anything from me."

She firmly clutched the counter's edge, her nerves fraying like a worn out rope.

"Now, answer me," he murmured against her neck.

"I... I am sorry," she apologised, knowing very well that if she told him the truth, he would be even more ruthless with her.

He hummed, distracted by the soft warmth of her skin. Her breath hitched as his fingers trailed up her arm, slow and deliberate, before tugging her sleeve down, baring her shoulder to his eyes.

With a content sigh, he lowered his head, tracing the delicate curve of her clavicle with his mouth. A shiver ran through her like a streak of lightning. The girl almost yelped as he bit down on her bone, hard and deep. The searing pain was too much to bear. Dracula.

He withdrew slightly, his tongue swept over the bright red hickey, easing the lingering pain. She momentarily closed her eyes, letting the sense of relief wash over her. He kissed the mark before pulling the sleeve up and finally stepping away.

Her eyes were still closed in embarrassment as he lifted the glass and emptied it, his gaze never once leaving her. Setting the empty glass on the counter, he turned without a word and walked out.

She opened her eyes only after she heard the light thud of the door closing. With him gone, the room felt light and vast. Her knees buckled and she sank to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She stayed there for a few minutes before wiping away her tears and getting up. She went to her room to paint with Hannah.

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Nate heaved a heavy sigh, flashes of their intimate moments replaying in his head. She was incredibly soft, irresistibly tempting. She was a whirlpool, sucking him in deeper and deeper. He just couldn't understand how she was doing this? His self-control snaps like a thin thread every time she appears in his sight- shimmering like the sea under the golden sun.

He fetched a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up. Closing the windows, he took a deep drag, letting the thick smoke wrap around him, clouding his brain. He closed his eyes, wanting to savor the smoke without any thought. But her face tore through the fog, claiming his thoughts like she fucking owned it.

He opened his eyes and shot a glance at her window. He was still there, waiting for agonising hours to get over so that he could go back and see her again. Fucking pathetic! He knew it and he hated her for making him feel like this. She was the bane of his existence.

"Fuck it," he growled before tearing his eyes away from her window and igniting the engine.

He went over to Dave's to kill some time. He can't keep thinking about her.

"Up for a game?" Dave asked, throwing the remote towards him. Nate caught the remote in answer.

They began playing.

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Her heart missed a beat as soon as the doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock to learn it was already 8. It was him.