For Me,There Is Only You |18+|

67. A Lustful Demon

A slow, tickling sensation at the side of my throat stirred me from the depths of sleep.

“Mmm…” A lazy sound escaped me—half content, half irritated—as I burrowed deeper into warmth, hugging the pillow tighter.

It had been ages since I’d slept like this—no nightmares, no restlessness.

Just deep, blissful oblivion. And I had no intention of leaving it.

“Amina…” The voice was a low murmur, somewhere near my ear, but it sounded distant, unimportant.

I groaned in protest. Let me sleep.

A quiet chuckle.

And then—teeth.

A sharp scrape against the sensitive skin of my throat, followed by the slow, wicked drag of an open-mouthed kiss.

I jerked awake, a sharp gasp catching in my throat.

Well. That was one way to start the morning.

Only… it wasn’t morning.

The room was still cloaked in darkness. And I was… wrapped up in something firm and solid.

Someone, rather.

It took exactly three seconds for last night’s events to come crashing back into my consciousness like a runaway carriage.

Oh. Oh.

And judging by the way I was currently wrapped around him—chest to chest, limbs tangled, my arms looped snugly around his waist—I had definitely enjoyed myself.

I lifted my head slightly, squinting through the dark, and though I couldn’t see his expression, I felt his gaze.

Intense. Focused. Like he’d been watching me sleep for quite some time.

“…Ansel?” I croaked, voice heavy with sleep—and shame. Definitely shame.

Maybe also a bit of sin-stained longing because the scent of him was already ruining my pillow.

“Sorry to wake you like this, amina,” he murmured, his breath brushing my temple a moment before his lips did. “But I need to take you somewhere.”

Somewhere? The only place I needed to be was buried in this bed and pretending I hadn’t defiled him with my mouth last night like a hormonal banshee.

I blinked. “What? Where?”

“You’ll see.”

Before I could protest, he was already moving, pushing back the covers, his body far too awake for this ungodly hour.

I, on the other hand, groaned and flopped onto my stomach, hugging the very warm and very inviting bed like my life depended on it.

“Amina…..” Ansel called, amusement lacing his voice.
“Let me sleep,” I grumbled into the pillow.

A low chuckle. Then, without a shred of remorse, he gripped my waist and hauled me up.

“Ansel!” I shrieked, flailing in protest as he set me on my feet.

“We’re leaving,” he said simply, unbothered by my sleep-deprived outrage.

I scowled up at him. “You do realize dragging someone out of bed at this hour could be classified as a war crime, right?”

His lips twitched, but he only leaned down, brushing his nose against mine.

“Then arrest me,” he murmured. “After I show you where I’m taking you.”