Hey, guys! Seems like you guys have enjoyed the last chapter, huh? 👀 For those who missed Illumi, don't worry, he's finally back! I'll try to put his pov's more frequently from now on, let's hope you'll like it as much as you usually do. Anyway, this chapter clarifies a couple of things regarding the last chapter. Let's see if you can get the hints I tried to implement.
About the art I promised to show you guys, I must let you know that I messed up the order of the chapters, so it'll be posted at the 13th update, ok?
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See you,
—Cherry🍒
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From the balcony, Illumi had a privileged view many could only dream of.
The entire York New City unfolded in front of him.
Wind blew his hair softly, the smell of something floral invading his nostrils. Rose petals.
He kept staring at the city. Everyone looked like harmless little ants from that height, not that he saw them as anything different when they were face to face. Under the moonlight, the sight glowed softly. His own skin looked smoother and more vivid thanks to it, almost as if it was made of pure opals.
Behind him, there was a muffled noise. A sigh. He wasn't alone. Agile steps echoed soon after, calmer than he would have expected.
Although someone else was present in the room, he remained calm and relaxed, certain that there was no harmful intent coming from the person. He didn't know why, but he felt comfortable. Like he had gone through that situation many times.
A warm body hugged his slightly cool back. Curvy, soft, feminine. She pressed her cheek against him, searching for a comfortable position.
He sighed, not necessarily angry or bored, but giving her a hint that it wasn't a good time to act playful.
An amused giggle left the woman's lips and she guided her hands through his long, muscular arms slowly. Her sharp nails scratched the pale skin, leaving a red trail behind.
Illumi didn't react to the touch. Somehow, he knew he rarely did. He also knew it was entertaining for her, like it was some kind of hard earned prize. She always wanted, no, demanded all of his attention on herself.
Shivers ran down his spine as soft, moist lips kissed his skin from his lumbar to his shoulders, each one more delicate and affectionate than the previous.
His Adam's apple bobbed quickly, but he kept looking forward. This act of hers wouldn't affect him.
Her hands touched his trapezius muscle, massaging it for a few seconds before they followed down his pectorals, scratching them harder. She licked his neck. Kissed. Nibbled it so softly that he squeezed the balcony's parapet.
With each movement, Illumi realized that it became more difficult to stay focused on his knuckles — now white due to the effort to keep himself calm.
To keep his self-control.
She surely knew how to test it.
When she reached his pant's waistband, toying with the fabric mischievously while avoiding going further down, the woman giggled again, fingers drawing invisible lines on the glimmering skin.
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