Hauntingly Beautiful | Vox x Reader x Alastor

Chapter Eighteen

Alastor's eyes widen with surprise, but a wave of emotions washes over him as my words sink in. He watches as I breathe heavily, the tension in the air palpable. Before I can react, Alastor suddenly closes the small distance between us, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. The unexpected action catches me off guard, but I find myself immediately responding, surrendering to the overwhelming emotions of the moment.

His lips press against mine, the kiss igniting a mix of surprise and desire within me. The familiar warmth and tenderness that I had almost forgotten washed over me, igniting a flood of memories and feelings buried deep within my heart.

As the kiss continues, I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, my body pressed against his. Alastor responds to my gesture, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me even closer, the intensity of the moment growing as our bodies press against one another.

The kiss deepens, our breaths intertwining and our lips expressing a whirlwind of emotions that we had kept bottled up for years. "I hate you so fucking much." I breathe out as our lips separate.

Alastor's breath hitches as I utter those words. His eyes meet mine with a mixture of guilt and frustration. "Trust me, the feeling is mutual darling. I hate you too." He mutters, his voice tinged with both anger and longing.

I place my drink on the counter behind him before grabbing his face, kissing him once more. He responds eagerly to my advance, his hands tightening their grip on my waist as our lips meet once more. The kiss is filled with a mix of passion and unresolved emotions, both of us giving in to the undeniable chemistry that still existed between us.

The intensity of the kiss builds, fueled by pent-up emotions and unfulfilled desires. Alastor's hands gently tug at the fabric of my clothing, pulling me closer, his touch both familiar and electrifying.

I let out a small gasp as he began to kiss my jaw line, moving down to my neck. With each touch, a shiver of pleasure and desire runs through my body, as the boundaries between anger and passion blur.

My nails dig into his shoulders as I tilt my head back slightly. Alastor lets out a low, approving growl as my nails sink into his shoulders, the sensation mixing with the intensity of our kiss. His lips continue to explore my neck, his grip on my waist growing more possessive.

"I hate you so much it drives me insane." I mumble out as he continues to nip at my neck. Alastor pauses his kisses for a moment, his breath hot against my skin. "I hate you just as much." He murmurs huskily, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and desire. "But I hate how much I love you even more."

The heated moment continues as our gazes locked, our breaths coming in quick gasps. The air between us crackles with tension, the combination of anger and desire hanging heavily in the air.

Alastor looks at me with a mixture of frustration and want, torn between the urge to push me away and the overpowering need to pull me closer. A flash of guilt shoots through me as I remember my relationship with Vox.

But in this moment, with Alastor's touch igniting a fire within me, the thought of pushing him away feels impossible. The pull between what's right and what I want threatens to consume me.

My eyes dart all over his body giving him the opportunity to make the next move. Alastor's gaze follows my eyes, sensing the unspoken invitation in my gesture. His hands tighten their grip on my hips, his breathing becoming more laboured as he studies me.

It's then that he makes a decision, his eyes locking onto mine as he crashes his lips against mine once more. I know this is wrong but it feels so right. I let Alastor take control of the kiss as my head spins from the feeling.