The SSS-rank Guide Doesn't Need Saving novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: He...Did He Just Lick Her?

Nykos took her hand into his, bringing it to his chest, where his beating heart was pulsing.

Bump, bump.

It was beating faster, hard enough that she could feel each pulse through his skin like a drumbeat meant only for her. Aisha suspected that the potency of the aphrodisiac was immense for it to affect him this much. A man like Nykos, who commanded shadows and struck fear into hardened warriors, reduced to this — his composure fraying at the edges because of a drug inside a satchel.

"Can you let go of my hand?"

He didn’t. Nykos made a point of it by intertwining their hands, locking her fingers with his before bringing it up to his lips. His grip was warm, almost feverish, and she could feel the faint tremor running beneath his calm exterior. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

A light kiss landed on her knuckles.

"Hm?" his voice rumbled in his throat, low and rough, like something was restrained within him. "Weren’t you offering this hand to help me?"

"What?"

She stared at him, confused, trying to make sense of his words.

A few seconds later, she understood what he had meant by what he had just said.

Her pupils were blown wide, while heat quickly crept into her cheeks and ears, spreading down the line of her throat. Aisha was unaware how alluring she looked with the hint of flush on her face, the way her breath had caught and her body froze. Even Nykos found it irresistible. His control was slipping past quickly like thin threads flowing away from his grasp, unraveling faster.

"That wasn’t what I was talking about!" she said, glaring at him, flustered.

But her glare only made her look even more alluring. Her shy appearance could turn any man’s mind useless.

At this moment, Nykos was starting to believe the wording his subordinates had once shared with him — that even the mightiest warrior falls before a woman’s beauty. He had scoffed at it once, dismissed it as the kind of thing weak men said to excuse their weakness. Now he understood.

If need be, he could kneel on the ground and kiss her feet now if that was what she wanted.

Those lips could whisper the cruelest order and he’d carry it out within a heartbeat.

"Nykos?" Aisha called out to him.

But he didn’t respond, lost in a daze, his gaze fixed somewhere between her eyes and her lips as though he couldn’t decide which to drown in first. It was obviously clear he wasn’t in his right state, courtesy of the aphrodisiac he had ingested earlier. That was to be expected. He hadn’t just smelled it from a distance, catching a faint trace on the air; he held it in his own hand as well, the concentrated scent seeping into his skin.

"You—"

Just as she began to speak, Nykos’s lips traveled from her knuckle to the inside of her wrist, where her pulse fluttered fast and visible beneath.

Then she felt him nipping at her, a gentle testing graze of teeth, before a soft, warm membrane touched her skin.

"!!!"

Aisha couldn’t help but hold her breath. He... did he just lick her?

She tried pulling her hand back, but his grip was stronger than she had expected, despite the softness of his touch.

Dark mists reappeared around them, curling like smoke. They wrapped around her waist and chest, pulling her toward him in a non-threatening manner, more like a tide drawing her in than a cage closing around her. Though if Nykos willed it, he could make them strangle her until her dying last breath.

But she wasn’t worried about that happening. Not when the owner of these shadows was deeply enchanted with her wrist, tracing slow patterns against her skin as though memorizing the shape of her veins.

Nykos was placing tender kisses onto her skin, as though he was worshipping her. Aisha thought about using her guiding ability, running through the possibility in her mind — could she calm this the way she calmed a sentinel’s berserk? But that would have been useless.

Being affected by a drug that arouses and increases someone’s libido was different from a sentinel on the verge of a berserk state or filled with miasma. There was no clean thread of instinct or rage for her to take hold of and redirect. There was no way for her to guide the effects of the drug from his system.

Should I lend him a hand?

Bang!

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