Blameless ✔

Chapter 17: ❝Then stop being an asshole!❞

Chapter 17: ❝Then stop being an asshole!❞

♡Mark's POV♡

I didn't know what had come over me at that very moment in time but all the questions I should've been asking myself all morphed together into one.

What would her lips feel like against mine?

Corruptedly, the only emotion I could fathom was lust.

Unquenchable lust.

I wasn't sure if the reason I couldn't grab hold of my emotions was because I was inexperienced but my feet seemed to have a mind of their own as they approached Evelyn in slow, calculated steps - my objective similar to what I had felt like doing back at the library only this time, I didn't purposely plan on getting distracted.

I noticed how her eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as I towered over her, my vision becoming hazy as it burned with a familiar feeling of insatiable desire. Although I sensed worry in the way her eyes darted around my face anxiously, I also saw the blossoming emotion of excitement and anticipation.

She wanted this just as much as I did and it didn't take a genius to figure that out.

So, backing her up against the front door that led to her house, I leaned in so our noses were almost touching, feeling her white breath mingle with mine, the heat contrasting with the cold weather we were forced to endure to live out this moment.

The birth of a smirk rose to my lips as I felt a surge of power run up and down my body at a rapid speed, matching the pace of my heart.

Opening my mouth, I whispered, "if I told you I wanted to kiss you so badly, I could kill, would you believe me?"

My eyes lingered on her parted lips - surprisingly paler than before due to the cold weather - and unconsciously bit mine before staring into her irises again, making her gulp audibly.

"I-I..."

My lips turned downwards slightly at her stuttering.

Just say yes.

Shutting her eyes, she breathed in deeply to recollect herself before speaking again. "If I told you I've been dying to kiss you ever since the day I first laid eyes on you... w-would you believe me?"

Yes, I thought. Yes, I would.

Wordlessly, I leaned forward and finally connected our lips, relishing in their softness and plumpness as I closed my eyes to enjoy the full experience. I felt her lips tremble nervously against mine but that just gave me more confidence as weird as it sounded because it was a constant reminder that before me was a girl who also lacked experience in the dating world, meaning I could experiment all I wanted without worry.

She tilted her head slightly to the right out of instinct and I followed, gently moving my lips against hers to get a feel for them. Something about them just screamed purity.

And I wanted to ruin them.

So, placing my hand on her waist, I pressed her further into the door and groaned at the breathy sound she emitted from her throat, wanting to hear more as I forced her lips open, giving her little to no option but to keep up with my tempo. That, in turn, made me feel like I had been transmitted to a whole new world. A world in which philosophy was just to feel a great sense of ecstasy and pleasure. Biting down softly on her bottom lip, I felt an excited shiver run up my spine at the sound I had triggered.