Chapter 6 Intimacy
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Yellen's gaze was intense, igniting a sense of alarm within Eve.
Before she could react, Yellen gently pulled her into his embrace, his strength leaving her little room to resist.
With the height difference and her unsteady footing, Eve's head inadvertently bumped against Yellen's chest. Instinctively, she raised a hand as if to push him away, but her actions seemed conflicted.
She was resisting, but her hands wouldn't stop wandering?
"You seem picky not only about appearances but also about a man's physique," Yellen remarked, lightly lifting Eve's chin with his finger, compelling her to meet his gaze, captivated by her amber eyes.
Suddenly, a fierce desire to kiss her lips overwhelmed him.
In front of him were Eve's damp hair, her naked body entwined with his, and her cool yet silk-smooth skin. All of these had him captivated.
Feeling his heated palm against her skin, Eve was stunned, momentarily frozen, then wide-eyed in an attempt to break free.
But despite her efforts, the vast power difference made escape impossible.
Suddenly, Yellen tightened his grip on her wrist, abruptly halting his seductive advances.
A strange tension filled the air, causing Eve to shiver involuntarily, avoiding Yellen's gaze.
"Tell me, how did you get these scars on your wrist?" Yellen asked in a low voice, demanding her answer.
The scars on Eve's wrist weren't something he would expect on a pampered lady.
"I... I don't know." Eve innocently shook her head, her mind racing with thoughts of grabbing a towel to cover herself.
Affirming Eve's conflicting responses unilaterally, Yellen’s pupils abruptly changed into crescent shapes, a faint halo gradually enveloping his entire being.
He gently lifted Eve's chin, urging her to lock eyes with him. In an instant, his gaze intensified as if an enigmatic power surged within him, his eyes now exuding an irresistible charm that drew her in.
"Eve, tell me, why do you bear scars on your wrist?" he asked, his voice carrying an air of authority.
At that moment, Eve turned malleable. After a brief moment of contemplation, she softly uttered, "I can't remember..."
"Is that so?" he pressed, increasing the force of his enchantment.
"Yeah..." Eve's breath quickened as if burdened by immense mental strain. "It's all just... fuzzy, I can't recall..."
Yellen's expression darkened as he lost in thoughts.
If Eve was truly lost in confusion, she should be incapable of deceit.
Had someone malevolently sealed her memories?
Or perhaps her presence was all part of a deliberate scheme.
With his suspicions deepening, Yellen moved his hand away from her face, allowing her to break free from the enchantment.
He couldn't sustain the use of his unique abilities for too long, as it would hasten his atavistic transformation. Thus, just before his hands morphed into claws, Yellen discreetly suppressed the power within his bloodline.
Soon, Eve regained her composure, hastily wrapping herself in the fallen bath towel.
Unaware of the impact Yellen had just made on her, Eve felt a brief moment of disorientation, where everything around her seemed surreal, like a dream.
"You're looking at me like you regret not letting me swallow you whole." Yellen smirked, his words laced with deliberate mockery.
A woman drowning in lies wasn't worth his attention.
With damp hair cascading over her shoulders, Eve felt colder than the droplets clinging to her skin. No amount of mental preparation was enough to shield her from Yellen's cutting words.
Outside, the manor was bathed in the lingering glow of the sunset .
Yellen's surging blood made him frown, reminding him that the full moon night was approaching.
He couldn't linger here any longer; if he did, he feared he might tear apart the pitiful woman before him the next time he lost control.
With his heartbeat quickening, Yellen's hand tightened into a fist at his side. He couldn't afford to lapse until he left the room.
Eve felt a wave of dizziness, catching a faint whiff of a familiar scent, though she couldn't place where she'd encountered it before. Without realizing it, she rested her hands on Yellen's chest, seemingly feeling his heartbeat.
"What are you doing?" Yellen's voice was tinged with discomfort and accusation.
His questioning snapped her out of her daze, making her realize her indiscretion.
Jerking her hand back, Eve fumbled for words, unsure of what to explain.
Impatiently brushing past her shoulder, Yellen swiftly strode towards the door, fearing any delay might force him to resort to more drastic means of departure, like smashing through a window.
"Oh my god, your arm..." Eve exclaimed, noticing several veins on Yellen's hand and neck rapidly swelling with an odd shade of red.
Yellen was unprepared for his body's sudden reaction, so his immediate instinct was to shield Eve from knowing too much.
Consequently, he reluctantly summoned his power once more, causing Eve to instantly fall into a deep slumber, leaving behind a parting whisper in her ear.
"Sleep now, wake to forget all you've seen."
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