CHAPTER 172: ADDICTION

• DREVON •

Eloise was fast asleep, whereas I was yet to close my eyes. I have been watching her sleep for a long time now. Monitoring the slow rise and fall of her chest, she’d move several times, and many times she’d find her way on top of me.

She looked so peaceful when she slept, and I wondered what she dreamed of. Did she dream of me? I sure hope so, even in her sleeping hours, I hope to be there.

Eloise’s back faced me, and I couldn’t resist touching her, my hand gliding down her spine. I felt goosebumps rise on her skin, so I moved closer, lips on where my mark is, and my hand stroking her soft skin.

Every time I touched her, it was like I touched something that shouldn’t exist. She was rare, even to feel her against me and hear her speak felt like I was blessed to be alive.

I’m glad I exist in the realm, and I mulled how my life would have been if I hadn’t met her.

What could have become of me? I may have lived, but without a soul. Eloise was my soul and also my heart. She was the very core in which I breathe.

"Drevon..." she muttered sleepily, stirring a bit.

"I’m sorry, I woke you up," I said, mentally cursing myself.

She mumbled something, and I leaned closer to hear. "I want you."

I stopped breathing for a second, and when I did, my hand moved without delay, cupping her breast in my hand. So soft and a perfect fit.

Eloise moaned tenderly, arching her hips and pressing against my cock. I angled her chin and locked my lips against hers in a hunger kiss.

She was heavily aroused; no doubt she felt my desires, and I felt hers too. The gravity with which she desired me made my heart dance in joy. I caress her hip before moving her legs and gently sliding my tip into her. She flinched, groaning softly.

I was overwhelmed by how she grasped me tightly, and when I thrust, I grunted at the long minute to fully settle within her. I don’t think I’m in yet, but this was enough...for now.

"Oh, Drevon," she murmured in ecstasy, moving her hips to house me more. I released her leg, bracing my hand as I retreated and pushed into her, her entire body shook like it’d break, and it felt like my cock would snap in two from the heat and pressure.

Pleasure swamped our bodies, and I had little sense of reasoning as I shoved my hips back and forth. Her tender sounds decompressed every part of me. I went slow but hard, her body jolting forward by the force as if every friction was too much.

I growled, hand on her stomach, loving as she clenched and unclenched my cock. I could never get used to this, never. She was like an addiction I could never recover from; the goddess knew every time was like the first, like stealing every part of her for the first time, and tainting every inch she was made of.

"I love you," I mumbled to her ear. "I love you so much."

Eloise was driven by harsh pleasure, unable to say anything back to me as her voice broke.

I was close, and I could feel she was too. More blood rushed to my cock, her insides stretched as I increased in size, and Eloise went unstable with her moans.

I lost it again, picking pace until I clapped against her asscheek. My groans pitched as well as hers until we were like two rapid animals.

Just when I knew I was close, I stopped my thrust, and a strangled sound tore from her throat, her body trembling profusely as she came like wildfire.

I just watched, mesmerized by how I could make such a divine creature come to ruin.

With a grunt, I moved so her entire front was pressed into the sheets, while I hovered above. I braced my elbows on her sides before thrusting in and out once again. This time, I wasn’t slow, maintaining a pace she could handle.

Eloise bit down on the pillow when she got too loud, but that was an unnecessary given the slapping of skin filling the air and the loud creak of the bed, probably enough to wake the entire wing up.

I stopped again, and Eloise screamed into the pillow as she came for me, smearing my cock, and allowed me to ease into her. Perfect, she can take more of me now.

I moved another pillow beneath her stomach before raising her ass into the air. One hand braced on the sheets while my other secured tightly on her hip.

I thrust continuously, and this time, I didn’t stop or halt my release; I slammed into her until I exploded.

"Goddess!" I growled, holding her still and buried deeply inside. "Take it all for me, my love."

She moaned weakly, murmuring my name before her body went limp. I broke a sweat, burying my face in her neck. Her slow breathing told me she was back to sleep.

With a grunt, I pulled my cock out and went ahead to clean her with a warm towel.

After I was done, I tucked her back into bed and made sure she was comfortable. I walked to the table for a drink, lighting the candelabras. The cup was halfway to my lips when I eyed the goblet, with a remnant of Damon’s blood inside.

My mood turned foul, but I simply finished my drink. It did hurt...seeing her gulp down his blood was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. That scene in the greenhouse still haunted me.

I told myself whatever my feelings were had to be locked for Eloise’s sake, but my insides still burned.

I wish I had killed him that day, I wished I had ripped his heart out and fucking eaten it. If Diana hadn’t come, I would have done it without batting an eye.

But Damon still needed to live for Eloise’s sake; that was all that mattered right now, and not my aversion for him.