42. Embrace the Desire

(A/N: NSFW... slightly? Basically, I want to edge you guys lmao)

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"Of course." Veilhem let out an unamused breath. He poked at her with a face that said 'as expected'. 

Makima hummed in satisfaction, as if pleased with herself.

But then, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, betraying the glimmer of mischief in her eyes. 

"Seriously, stop~" she added, elongating the last word like she was whining.

Veilhem, however, remained unfazed, his shameless expression remaining intact as he continued to prod at her cheek. His touch was infuriatingly lazy, as if he found entertainment in teasing her.

Makima narrowed her eyes on him.

Fine. If he wanted to play, then so be it.

Just as his index finger drifted closer again, she parted her lips and bit down lightly, her teeth biting his finger. It was not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him startle.

Veilhem blinked, his hand freezing midair.

Then, with deliberate slowness, Makima flicked her tongue over his callus finger, coiling around the skin in languid motion. 

The warmth of her breath along with the wetness of her saliva lingered as she moved her tongue skillfully, her upturned eyes never leaving his face.

Then, her free hand moved up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the movement effortless and nonchalant, as if she had done nothing wrong at all.

Veilhem exhaled through his nose, pulling his hand away with a flick of his wrist. "You..."

A thin strand of saliva still clung between them for a second before breaking, a small glisten remaining on her lips.

Makima merely stuck her tongue out, looking utterly smug. "You started it."

"I really need to stop indulging you like this."

"This isn't the first time you said that. You'd definitely let me get away in the end." 

Annoyingly enough, she was absolutely right. 

He was dumbfounded as he looked at her smug face. 

"I remember you weren't shameless like this. Who did you learn this from?" He didn't push her away but sighed in resignation.

"Who else besides you?" Makima countered smoothly, tilting her head slightly enough so that her lips barely brushed against his jawline. 

Her amber eyes flickered with playful amusement as she traced her finger along the line. 

"You seriously shift the blame onto me?" Veilhem raised his eyebrow in exasperation. 

He was never this shameless!! …Well sometimes but this is blatant slander!!

"Mm~" Makima let out a soft hum, looking dangerously sweet at him.

Veilhem hoisted her up by wrapping his arm under her plump thighs, supporting her up by the waist, shifting her position to a more comfortable place to hug her gorgeous body more directly. 

By the way, he blatantly wiped his hand which was covered in her saliva earlier on her clothes in petty revenge and sneaked a look at her.

She let out a content moan as he absentmindedly brushed his hand against the curve of her back.

Luckily, she didn't notice. If she found out, it would be a hassle to deal with the aftermath. 

The smooth criminal prevailed once again.

"Since you said that I'm shameless then be ready for the consequences." 

Veilhem's hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes over Makima's head, fingers threading through her silky red hair with an absentminded rhythm. 

She melted in his embrace, eyes fluttering shut in quiet contentment like savouring a delicacy.

A pleased hum vibrated from her throat as she nuzzled closer, her arms winding around his waist in a loose but possessive hold.

She wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled their body closer, occasionally letting out a satisfying moan. 

Veilhem smirked to himself before abruptly lifting her up by the armpits, pulling them apart with ease. 

Makima's eyes snapped open, her expression shifted from blissful to utterly betrayed in an instant. She blinked at him, her eyes narrowed down as if asking what the hell he just did. 

"You can't just stop like that!" She protested, puffing her cheek out. Her eyes still lingered on him with a yearning gaze.

"Donno what you are talking about." Veilhem merely shrugged, clearly unrepentant. He averted her gaze but his grin was so obvious.

She wriggled to escape from him with pleading eyes but something was a bit off. 

"Oh? You want to play games huh?"

Sensing the imminent danger, Veilhem attempted to push her away but too bad for the knight, the devil had already latched onto him with an unyielding grip coiling around his torso. 

There was no escape once this happened.

A metallic clink filled the air as a chain manifested from her hand, wrapping around his neck before he could make an excuse. She yanked the chain to pull his body forward.

Makima grabbed his shirt with her other arm, curling her fingers into his shirt, her face barely distances from him. She licked her supple lips slowly, her sultry gaze fixated on him with a dangerous glint.

Without a warning, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his neck. The sensation as her lips brushed against his skin made him feel powerless in this heated moment.

Makima pulled away just as slowly, leaving a hickey mark on that spot. Her lips hidden behind the back of her hand as she perched back onto his laps. 

Her uneven breath and sultry gaze revealed a mischief sight.

"That." She murmured as she pressed him down on the couch, smirking at his stunned look. "Is your punishment for teasing me."

"You really want war, aren't you? That's it!"

Before she could react, Veilhem shifted his grip and, with one fluid motion, flipped her over onto the couch. 

The chain dissipated into nothing as Makima let out a small, startled gasp, one quickly replaced by a huff of laughter as she found herself pinned beneath him, laying face down with no room to maneuver.

Her hair spilled across the cushions in waves of deep red, and she blinked up at him, still composed but clearly intrigued.

He hovered just above her body, his face just inches apart from her ear. Both of her wrists were pinned down with just one of his hands while his other was brushing at her waist. 

With each stroke, it sent visible shivers down her body and made her feel weak to resist. 

"My, my…" She mused, trying to hide the moan that threatened to escape from her lips. "I didn't think you'd fight back."

She stretched beneath him, the movement was languid, almost teasing. 

"So? What now?" Her voice held no concern, only curiosity.

Veilhem tilted his head slightly, eyeing her with quiet consideration. "Do you surrender?"

Her laughter was soft, sultry, like silk against skin. "Have I ever?"

"Plus, I always win in the end, don't I?" Makima tried to squirm her way out but there was no real resistance from her action. It was as if she was doing this on purpose to invoke the possessive side of him.

Veilhem exhaled a quiet chuckle, his gaze steady. "You really think so?"

His knee slid between her legs, limiting her already restrained movement so now, she was utterly powerless under his hold. 

Her breath caught slightly in anticipation. The way his body pressed against her was strangely thrilling. 

It was something when she took the lead but she also loved it when he took the initiative and pinned her down like this. It provided a pleasure that far surpassed the usual.

"Hmm, holding me like this and not doing anything more? How cruel of you." She swayed her hips, her thighs brushed against his thigh, tempting his desire to do bad things to her. 

"We have sex like almost everyday. You're really insatiable. If I'm not an undead, I'd probably die from exhaustion." He helplessly shook his head and gave in to her desire, following the flow.

Veilhem lightly nipped at her reddened earlobe, eliciting a moan from her quivered lips. The sensation was surreal, her body twitching uncontrollably as it didn't seem to follow her thought anymore. He slowly lifted her shirt up to reveal the smooth skin of her stomach underneath.

She blinked, surprised for only a fraction of a second before her smirk deepened. She looked at him with slightly moistened eyes, the desire and vulnerability exposed in that unspoken gaze.

The couch beneath them was already soaked in her drool and tears, evidenced by how aroused she had become.

"What do you say?"

"Please~ You can be rough with me tonight~." She breathed, her muffled voice sounded almost like a whimper. Though it was clear from her words that she wanted for more, craving for the intensity and passion only he could provide for her.

Since he already got the permission, it would be a shame to turn down someone in a state like this. 

His hands began to explore her body fervently, tracing from her thighs up all the way to feel the curves of her waist and hips, touching all of her sensitive spots. 

Her body responded with each and every stroke of his against her will, causing her to writhe and moan unrestrained. She clutched at the pillow desperately, her eyes started to lose focus.

It appeared that she had surrendered to the desire that consumed her as a whole.

Suddenly, she could feel the hardness pressed between her thighs. 

Makima gulped hard, trying to turn around to look but her body lost all of its strength as she lay there, powerless under his grip.

Though the tempting sensation between her thighs led her imagination to run wild. All she could do was squirming slightly but all it did was amplify the feeling between her legs even more vividly.

The shirt slided down her curvy body easily, revealing the naked body. She was breathtaking to say the least, her ample chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted with desire filled in her unfocus eyes. 

A symphony of moans and pleadings filled the room as they lost themselves in the other's embrace.

Veilhem grabbed the collar on her neck and lifted her up. He forcibly kissed her, his tongue exploring the deepest part of her mouth while his hands roamed all over her body. 

He could feel the desire in the reflection of those ringed eyes and it only fueled his. 

After that, it seemed like they had lost all sense of time and place, indulging in each other's embrace with far more intensity than usual. 

They moved from the living room to the bathroom then ending up in the bedroom where they continued to lose their minds in an insatiable passion.

The sun rose up to the sky, casting its golden light through the window of their department to reveal the messy room, evidenced of the intensity of their wild night.

Makima was panting heavily, laying still while still grabbing the bed sheet tightly. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she mumbled something incoherent with a messed up face.

Their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and reeked of their partner's scent. 

Judging from the unresponsive pupils when Veilhem called out for her, it would take a long time before she could get up from what happened last night. 

He chuckled slightly and pulled up the blanket for her before cleaning up the department. It would be hard for her to wake up any time soon.

Sometimes being an undead is a perk.

Oh, their apartment got noise complaints the next morning from the neighbors.

Not that it mattered because Makima just erased their memories by the time she woke up in the afternoon…

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(A/N: Fine, fine I will go into jjk0 plot next chap...)