Kapitel 34: HIS DESIRE
"That scoundrel." Zale hissed. His brows scrunched in anger as he sat on his throne. Caressing his beard with his fingertips he stared at the huge door of the hall. The masters of the Sect sat on either side of him, in their respective positions.
"News was sent by them through the spirit eagle." Master Shin said, gripping a small piece of paper in his hand. "They will take action tonight." Shin continued and looked at Zale. A furious scowl plastered on his wrinkled yet handsome face.
"That's good. They must save their master." Zale said and restlessly stood up from the throne. "And if they fail, will there be a war?" Shin asked and Zale halted. The battle was a big thing. It will not only disadvantage the martial arts world but will also deplete lots of innocent lives who have nothing to do with this world.
"No...No war."
Shin, who was eyeing his partner with a sharp gaze and tense stance, relaxed as soon as he heard Zale's words. His shoulders relaxed and his hazel eyes softened.
"Yes, we will find a way to save her," Shin said, trying to comfort Zale. Zale side gazed at Shin and nodded at him. Just as Zale was about to walk down the throne a voice echoed in the hall. It was filled with bitterness.
"Why not just let her be? After all, you reap what you sow."
All the heads turned towards one of the young masters in the Sect. He had long black spiky hair and his orbs were green indicating that he belonged to the Scarlet Blossom Clan.
"Mind your words, Caesar." Shin retorted.
"Why should I? That woman did nothing but drown our bloodline. Because of her, our clan stands against Linya now." Caesar said, his tone filled with resentment, one would wonder just how much animosity people hide in their spirits for her. She wasn't wanted in her Clan, the only reason she was still in the Sect was due to the head of the Sect.
"Are you afraid of Linya?" Zale asked while walking downstairs, now standing in front of Caesar. He stood up from the buffer, coming face to face with Zale. His green eyes held no hesitation in them, his features very much like Megara's.
"I'm not." He said confidently.
"I just don't want our Sect to be affected by her shortcomings." The young man muttered with no sign of holding back. He looked like he had a lot to say. Shin sighed and stood up from the buffer, walking towards the two of them. He can't believe people still hated her. Looks like what transpired back then had been imprinted in this generation's mind. After all, this young man lost his parents because of her.
His hatred is legible.
"She looks after her Sect more than anyone," Zale said he didn't have much to say to defend Megara. It was authentic, due to her shortcomings this young man lost his parents. The only reason he had to defend her, is that she is his sister's daughter.
"Young man, I understand your hatred but I can't stop her disciples from rescuing their master. They will go...either by breaking rules or with permission." Zale said and Caesar chuckled while stepping back. He joined his hands together and bowed at Zale.
"Please, I will take my leave now." Caesar straightened his stance and strolled away, leaving the conversation halfway. "Ah, This is so complicated, Shin," Zale said while eyeing the young master back as he left the hall.
"I know but it's fine as long as there is no bloodshed," Shin assured. Zale left the hall as well but Master Shin kept standing in his place. Once Zale was out of his sight, his gaze sharpened. His fists tightened in a grip and his jaw twitched.
He looked like an angel wrapped in white but was he an angel?
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'I feel like I'm floating.'
'It feels good.'
'Where am I?'
'I can't see.'
The scent of roses invaded her nostrils but her eyelids felt extremely heavy, she was incapable of opening them, she was still unconscious. The steam rose from the surface of the pool, making the room hazy, one could not see clearly.
Evandros threw his head back, his gaze void. Staring at the ceiling through the moist fog. He had nothing on his mind other than his demonic heart that kept reminding him that the time had come.
With a deep breath, he looked at the woman in his arms. His upper half was naked but the woman was not stripped of her clothes. His legs were wide open and she was settled in between them. Her back reclined against his front. He raised his hand and put it on her forehead, checking her temperature which was much better now.
He doesn't know for how long he had been in the pool with her.
He gulped and combed her wet hair with his fingers. "Say, what if you never betrayed me? We would be married by now...even have children but you just have to go around and mess things up for your benefit." He whispered in her ear. His hand traveling down to her neck, he almost stopped breathing for a second when he saw something in the area where her neck and shoulder met from beneath her wet robe.
He gulped, his hand removing her wet robe from that place. His heart skipped a beat when he saw his bite mark which was now almost gone. He caressed that mark, his breathing unstable.
He shook his head and drew his hand away.
"If we weren't like this, if possible, I would have gotten you pregnant every other day." He said, a smirk playing on his lips as he found his statement very weird, himself.
His words weren't wise enough.
He hates the fact that he still lusts after her.
He has slept with many beauties, even those who can top the world with their exquisite existence.
But the things he feels for her...he doesn't feel it for any of those exquisite ones.
He growled and cursed under his breath. He looked at her face and found her still unconscious, taking it as an advantage. He gazed back at the bite before digging in. Both of his hands caressed her arms through the wet robe. His jaw twitched and he pulled her robe down from her shoulders.
Now caressing her bare shoulder, which felt deliciously soft under his rough palm. She was a martial artist, different from other females. Her body was filled with bruises yet it was soft in the places it should be.
He can't believe how much he was restraining himself from touching her, it wasn't like he cannot have his way with her. He even thought touching her will make her feel more humiliated but looks like his hatred for her ran into the depth of his veins.
He doesn't want to touch her, yet can't stop himself from lusting over her.
He wanted to have her in so many ways, even back then he was just a little boy but only he knew how much he wanted her. She was so strong, he wanted to see her helplessly moaning in his arms, only he can have a view of that beautiful sight.
Only he can make her lose her mind.
How desperate he was back then.
But he was sure she never lusted after him. She always pushed him away although at that time she claimed that the feelings were mutual.
Other than kissing her, he wasn't allowed to go any further. Only he knew how his little boy used to endure the torture and even now...but he can touch her...yet he hates her so much, he doesn't want to.
Feelings were so complicated but at the moment he was dizzy in desire.
He licked the bite on her shoulder before taking that area in his mouth.
'Ah...so fucking sweet.'
He sucked on it, his gaze dark and hazy. His hands which were caressing her shoulder were now rubbing her flat stomach. He licked that area before licking all the way up to her earlobe. He can feel her body tensing so he looked up at her face.
To his relief, she was still unconscious.
His right hand moved up to her left bosom with a sharp inhale, he bit her earlobe and cupped her bosom in his hand, an utter bliss of groan escaping his lips. He was acting like a desperate lover.
He moved down and started kissing her neck. His kisses started to get rough as well as his massage on her bosom. He paused when he heard an unconscious moan escaping her lips and his man was standing in no time.
He cursed under his breath and threw his head back, the sight was so sinister. He wanted to do her, he wanted to fuck her so badly that all she could think of is him. He wanted her. With no control over his emotions anymore, he grabbed her in his arms and pulled her up, making her lay on the marbles, her temperature a lot better.
Her knees were above the water but her calves were still in the water. He pushed his wet hair back and spread her legs. The sight before him had made his head go hazy.
So defenseless.
She lay on the wet marbles. Her hands were on either side of her head, her head tilted to the left side with wet hair sticking to her beautiful face and shoulders. Her sarashi was drenched and so was her robe. She almost lay naked...a clear bliss to his eyes.
He bent down and kissed her chest through the wet cloth. Kissing both of her bosoms he moved down to her stomach, planting open mouth kisses on her stomach. He could hear her breathing getting heavier.
Just as he was to take off his trouser a loud knock echoed in the room. He halted and snapped his gaze towards the door. His hands trembled in anger as he was ready to crack the neck of the person who knocked on the door.
"My Lord, My Lord, Evenor escaped."
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