Third Person's POV

Yet, he did not simply pounce like a mindless beast as he was not some irredeemable creature of pure impulse.

The very reason he had sought her out tonight was a calculated one, a fact that now fed the flames of his desire as he had sensed, like a predator, that she was already drawn to him, her own attraction a tangible force that had beckoned him here.

And he was obviously not some beast who would force someone who was completely unattracted to him.

Having decided on his course of action, he moved with a predator's silence and chose not to startle her as he stepped from the shadows and revealed his presence.

Sensing the subtle shift in the air and the faintest whisper of another person's breath, a sharp jolt went through the beautiful girl.

Her entire body became taut and snapped into a state of instant alert as she showed a primal response to the foreign presence in her sanctuary.

Her pale hands flew to her bountiful chest in a fluttering, protective gesture due to the presence of an intruder who might have glimpsed upon her unsullied and pure body.

As she fearfully turned towards Ethan, her pure ocean-blue eyes were wide with a tremor of panic.

Yet, the moment her gaze found him and she recognized him, a strange calm began to seep through her fear.

Her contracting pupils stilled, and then slowly dilated back to their normal state, though the frantic beat of her heart against her ribs did not entirely settle, and Ethan could even hear it due to his sharp senses and the unusual silence of the dark room.

Still, even though she recognized him, she did not lower her hands from the soft swell of her breasts, which were concealed, yet profoundly outlined, by the dark red silk of her innerwear.

And as Ethan looked on, the fabric showed a stark, sensual contrast against the pale cream of her skin and the darkness around her.

Observing this rapid play of emotions across her delicate features, from the initial fear to the dawning recognition, and the lingering wariness, Ethan felt a powerful, throbbing response deep within his robes.

His cock, which was already hard, seemed to grow even more rigid as it started demanding pressure that strained against his clothes, though it was mercifully hidden by the voluminous folds of the fabric.

'She is so conservative,' he mused, his gaze drinking her in.

'This is instinctual for her, this need to hide herself from the unknown.

She is a nobleman's daughter, so she must have been taught to guard her body as a treasure for her future husband, and to keep it pristine and untouched... not to squander its worth like a common tavern whore.'

As this thought went in his head, it soon flowed like a dark, pleasant heat in his veins.

'Yes, she is utterly different from the cheap and common sluts of my previous life who used to fuck multiple men in their lives.'

The certainty that he would be the one to claim this pure, innocent virgin girl and to brand her as his own for all eternity ignited a possessive, darkly lustful fire in his heart.

It was a conflagration that burned hotter and brighter than before, and it brought with it a hunger that was as much about domination as it was about desire.

As if she could feel the scorching intensity of his stare, a gaze that seemed to strip away the silk and sear her very skin, a warm blush crept up her pale neck and stained her cheeks.

A sense of shame unique to girls started warring with a strange, nameless excitement that coiled low in her belly.

Such a mixed range of sensations was both alien and unsettlingly familiar to her.

And Lucy was sure she had felt this same fluttering heat, this same liquid weakness in her limbs, just yesterday on the shore of the mysterious blue lake in the heart of the forest.

As she was lost in her confusion, a sudden, shocking, and shameful thought bloomed in her mind, so illicit it made her want to bury her face in her hands.

It was a deep, dark desire to simply… yield to him and to remove her trembling hands and let the dark red silk slide down her shoulders, to bare her perfect, untouched breasts to his hungry dark gaze and feel the cool air, or perhaps his hot breath upon her stiffening pink nipples.

While she was caught in this confusing whirlwind of emotion and paralyzed by her indecision, Ethan suddenly moved.

In one large, deliberate step, he was beside her on the edge of the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip and her body to tilt slightly towards his.

From the moment he had entered the room and revealed himself to her to the present moment where he was sitting beside her, he had not spoken a single word.

Instead, he simply captured her wide blue eyes with his own smoldering crimson ones and held her in a silent, powerful thrall.

Gradually, with the intent to make her lose herself in his intense hold, he leaned closer to her with an aching slowness.

And as she felt his inexorable proximity, her breathing hitched, and became a series of shallow, hurried pants that made her busty chest rise and fall dramatically beneath the strained silk.

As she breathed hurriedly, the dark red innerwear seemed to cling to her breasts for dear life, as the peaks of her nipples now pronounced hard beads against the thin fabric while seemingly begging for his attention.

Ethan looked and observed everything and suppressed his wild desire to pounce on this beautiful demon girl and fuck her wildly.

Calming his nerves, he moved his hand and with a touch that was both firm and unnervingly natural, his hands closed around her delicate wrists.

He slowly, and inevitably, pulled her pale hands away from their protective position on her chest.