Undeniably Hot

Lilith was now introduced to every devil, who administered various provinces in the kingdom under King Apollyon's jurisdiction. As the feast commenced, everyone enjoyed it.

As Lilith held the wine cup to sip the remaining inside it, Apollyon's whisper made her tilt her head. "Shall we leave?"

"Huh? Now? They are still eating," Lilith said. She found a strange emotion deflecting in Apollyon's eyes. Before she could understand this emotion, Apollyon left his seat.

"Enjoy the feast. The Queen and I will take my leave," Apollyon said and held Lilith's hand. He wasted no time in dragging her out of the grand hall to the empty corridor of their chamber.

"Apollyon, what happened to you suddenly?" Lilith asked as they reached the stairs to the third floor of the grand palace.

Apollyon pinned her to the wall, his body pressed against hers, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "It was hard to control the intoxicating fragrance. Don't you think you are torturing me, Lilith?" His husky, deep voice fell into her ears.

Lilith pressed her hands on his chest, their eyes met in the dim light from the fire torch at the bottom of the stairs.

"I never did that," Lilith said. "I wish to change my clothes to less comfortable ones. And if you allow me, I shall go ahead," she pushed him away gently and took a step ahead of him.

However, Apollyon caught her hand. She flustered at his sudden gesture and turned around, only to find her hands finding his shoulders to steady herself.

Lilith's eyes widened as Apollyon's lips met hers, his hand firmly cradling the back of her head. The taste of wine on his breath mingled with her own, a heady mixture that made her senses reel. Despite the shock, she found herself clutching his shoulders, unable to summon the will to protest.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a gasp as her back pressed against the wall behind her. Questions raced through her mind. 'Why is Apollyon acting like this? As if he has no control over his urges? And why can't I push him away?'

Apollyon's insistent nibbling on her lips, coaxing her to part them, sent a wave of flutters through her heart. She released a low cry when he nipped her lower lip, the sensation both startling and sweet. He only swiped her lower lip with his tongue to soothe the pain and carried her up in his arms.

Lilith's hands locked behind Apollyon's neck as she became completely engrossed in the kiss. Her body radiated an intense, undeniable heat that seemed to consume her. She could feel his strong grip on her thighs, anchoring her in place, while her legs instinctively wrapped around his firm torso, pulling him closer.

"Hah!" A sudden gasp escaped her lips as Apollyon shifted, her back hitting the soft mattress beneath them. She lay there, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. When did they arrive in the bedroom?

Her lips were swollen and tender, the vibrant color smeared around her mouth from the intensity of their kiss.Her eyes, wide and still dazed, fixed on Apollyon's golden gaze—a rare sight that only appeared in moments of extreme emotion.

The sight of those golden eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

Apollyon lowered himself, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. His hand moved to the knots of her dress when Lilith stopped him.

"Apollyon," she whispered his name. She propped on her elbows, her hair was disheveled so was her dress. Reaching her hand to his cheek, she caressed it.

"Why? Don't you want it?" Apollyon asked, his eyes reflecting a desperate need. "I do," Lilith replied, her voice soft and uncertain. "It's just... I feel strange. My body," she murmured, her words trailing off. This time, she initiated the kiss, mirroring the fervor Apollyon had shown earlier.

As their lips met again, Apollyon responded with equal passion. One of his hands moved to her back, pulling her closer, while the other slowly tugged down her dress, revealing her shoulder. The cool air against her skin contrasted sharply with the heat of her body.

Breaking the kiss, Apollyon began to pepper her jawline with soft kisses, each one leaving a red mark where his lips lingered and sucked gently on her skin. A deep growl emanated from him, a primal sound driven by the undeniable allure of her scent.

She knew she shouldn't be allowing this, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it. Did she love Apollyon? No, she didn't. But she felt a dangerously powerful attraction to him. The feel of his mouth on her burning skin soothed her, leaving her craving more.

Her hands, almost of their own accord, moved down to his outer robe, smoothly pushing it off his shoulders.

Finally, Lilith could feel the taut muscles of his back with her bare hands. His body was still partially clothed, preventing her from feeling his skin fully, but the contact sent a thrill through her. The barrier of fabric between them only heightened her desire.

"Ahh," Lilith let out a cry when a nipped a sensitive spot on her neck. A sweet moan followed it, which seemed like a music to Apollyon's ears.

Pulling away, their eyes met again. The desire in their eyes for each other was clearly visible. Lilith withdrew her hand from his chest, her cheeks burning red like a ripened tomato.

Apollyon tore off his shirt because he had read Lilith's eyes. She widened her eyes in a shock when Apollyon led her hand to his bare chest. "I'm yours, Lilith," he said, peering deep into her eyes.

Her fingers grazed over his chest, also above the tattoo of her name. "Apollyon, I don't know why I feel so attracted to you. I still am not aware of my feelings for you, but I desire for you," she stated, keeping her gaze fixated on him.

"I think after tonight you'll be confirmed," Apollyon said and claimed her lips once again.