NOVEL NEXT Chapter 14: SAY MY NAME
Selene's lips lingered close to his, trembling as though a single breath could close the space between them. But Eran, patient in his control, drew back just enough to make her chase the absence.
Her eyes softened, and in that softened tone—already yours, she whispered, "Come with me."
Eran raised a brow, amused. "To where?"
Her lips curved faintly, almost shy though laced with desire. "My chambers." She let the word hang in the air like a secret, her voice low, trembling with restrained need. "I… I want to speak with you. Alone."
His smirk deepened, knowing, savoring the way her eyes lowered, the faint color on her cheeks betraying her craving. He leaned closer, voice dark velvet. "Speak? Or is it something else you want from me?"
Selene's breath faltered, but she met his gaze again, yielding without hesitation. "Both," she confessed. "I can't lie to you. I need to hear your voice… and feel your presence."
He chuckled softly, brushing past her, deliberately close, letting the heat of his body linger as he passed. "Then lead the way," he murmured, "and show me how much you need me."
Her chamber door closed behind them with a soft click, shutting the world outside. The room was spacious, draped in crimson velvet curtains, with bookshelves pressed against the walls and the faint glow of mana-lamps painting the space in amber warmth.
Selene stood just beyond the door, her back to it, like needing the wooden surface for support. Her hands pressed lightly against it, but her eyes found Eran immediately, her breath uneven.
"You smile too easily," she teased softly, her voice once stripped of any arrogance and pride—now warm, intimate and vulnerable. "It makes me weak."
Eran tilted his head, walking toward her slowly, every step deliberate. "You say that as though weakness is something I don't want from you."
Her lips parting as her voice trembled with a soft laugh. "And I'm yours, you have all of me.. only you?"
He reached her then, one hand rising to the door beside her head, the other brushing the strand of hair from her cheek. His smirk was faint"Only yours, Isn't that what you want?"
Her eyes closed briefly, her body leaning into his hand, and the answer spilling out in a whisper, breathless. "Yes…"
His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, slow, teasing, burning. "Say it again," he demanded softly.
Her lashes fluttered, her lips parting beneath his touch. "YES, ERAN… yours."
The air between them tightened, thick with heat, but he didn't take her lips yet. Instead, he leaned close to her ear, his breath warm, and voice low enough to shiver down her spine.
"And i can feel the heat between your thighs."
Her lips parted with a trembling exhale, her body arching so slightly. And when she looked at him again, her smile carried no trace of pride.. only soft, burning surrender. "It wants you…" she whispered, her words fragile but heavy with desire.
Eran's smirk returned, slow and inevitable, the system's purr echoing faintly in the back of his mind, But what burned before him now was more intoxicating than the system's whisper: Selene, already his, already trembling with need, waiting for him to unravel her.
Her whisper, "It wants you…", still lingered in the air when Eran finally pressed his body closer, pinning her softly against the wall. His arm braced beside her head, his chest brushing hers, and he tilted his lips to her ear, speaking in that dangerous velvet tone.
"Then show me," he murmured, "don't hide from me."
Selene's breath caught, her lashes lowering as she swallowed hard. Her lips parted, but instead of words, she let the silk of her robe slide loose under his gaze, like her body answered for her. The fabric gave way at her shoulder, and Eran's eyes dropped, drinking in the swell of her chest revealed inch by inch.
"You tempt me without even trying," he said with a faint smirk, his hand lifting slowly, not to seize, not yet, but to trace the edge of fabric against her collarbone. The brush was maddeningly light, the kind that left her shivering with anticipation.
Her soft voice broke the silence. "I only tempt you because I belong to you… isn't that what you wanted, Eran?"
His smirk widened. "Belong? You make it sound so easy."
Her eyes softened, and she tilted her head, offering her throat to his nearness, her tone trembling with both shyness and heat. "It is easy. Because it feels right… when you look at me this way."
Eran's hand slipped lower, fingers grazing the heavy swell of her breast just enough to make her arch instinctively against him. He chuckled at her sharp inhale.
"Look at you," he whispered, eyes narrowing in dark satisfaction. "Already trembling, already begging without a word."
Her lips parted, a faint sound escaping.. half sigh, half moan—before she gathered enough breath to whisper, "Then… take it. Don't leave me waiting."
Instead of giving in fully, he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her lips but still not kissing her. His thumb brushed over her hardened nipple through the robe, slow, deliberate, coaxing a sharper gasp from her throat.
"You say don't leave you waiting, but your body is more impatient than your words." He gave her the faintest squeeze, savoring the way her back arched helplessly against the wall.
Selene's eyes fluttered closed, her voice trembling with need. "Eran… I can't bear it when you go slow."
His laugh was low, "And that's exactly why I will."
Her eyes opened again, glazed with heat, locking onto his... she breathed. "But it makes me crave you even more."
The robe slipped further as he eased it down, exposing the pale swell of both breasts, the dusky tips already aching, straining for his attention. His gaze lingered, heavy and commanding, before he finally let his palm close fully around one breast, the warmth of his hand claiming it.
Selene's lips parted in a sharp gasp, her body trembling beneath the firm, slow squeeze. She bit her lower lip, her voice barely audible. "Y-Yes… just like that…"
Eran leaned in, brushing his lips against the corner of her mouth, never giving her the full kiss, always holding it back. His hand kneaded slowly, fingers teasing the hardened peak, his tone deep and intoxicating.
"You're mine, Selene. Say it again, say it while I touch you."
Her voice broke in a shiver, soft but unhesitating. "I'm yours, Eran… always yours."
He smirked, lowering his head just enough for his lips to hover over the trembling point of her breast. "Good girl."
Her knees nearly buckled at the words, her back pressing harder against the wall for support, and her body already yielding, ready to melt under his pace.