Night 17: Teasing

　　The door was pushed open, and the waiter pushed the ornate dining cart and respectfully placed it on the long table in the center of the bedroom.

　　"But, that was my original guess, which was also quickly cleared up. When I kissed you just now, there was no human flavor in your saliva." He spoke in a light tone, as if he were talking about a family affair, while those words made her face but a ripe cherry immediately.

　　At the other end of the long table, the man's hands were folded, firmly propped up on his chin, his deep eyes always looking at her.

　　Did she really just kiss a man? Thought it was just an overly real dream ...

　　Thinking back on her unconscious response to that intertwining, Evina even felt a little slutty.

　　"Why the delay in sitting down? If it's not to your liking, then we'll reset the table."

　　Instead, the words caused Evina to snap her head up from her shame and immediately sit down on the soft cushions.

　　"No, no, no, I love, love these." Not sure why this strange man was entertaining himself like this, but she was pretty sure that if she casually refused, whichever waiter would suffer because of her again. Thinking about the scene at the potluck, she had recognized the cold-blooded side of the vampire.

　　Gulping down the food in front of her, perhaps overstarved, her sense of taste was dulled and tasting the delicacies was like chewing wax.

　　In the dead silence of the bedroom, there was only the sound of Yvonne's knife and fork alone. The atmosphere seemed stiff and cold.

　　Finally, buried in her food, she found the courage to look up, only to realize that the man was still looking at her intently, as if in thought.

　　"I'm sorry, I,... am full." Evina sat still, waiting with bated breath for the other's reply.

　　"You're a Fae?"

　　"Uh?"

　　"Fae, of which clan?" Compared with other women, too slender for out and about, much less for breeding, and with her long black hair ... he could not think of that clan that would have such a physical appearance, and what was even more astonishing was that when she hazily opened her eyes, what he saw, was a pair of bright black eyes, clear as a bell, but that made her origins muddy like a mystery.

　　"I ..." Yvonne was at a loss for words, and what alarmed her even more was that the man had left his seat at some point and was inching closer.

　　"I... I should get back." Flustered, she said a lame excuse even to herself.

　　"Oh? And go where? Your master's place?"

　　As the man's footsteps approached silently, Evina hastily took a few steps backwards. Finally, helplessly, she stopped, having touched the corner of the wall.

　　"Yes, my lord, it's urgent ..." She wasn't lying, at least Niditra must be looking for her like crazy.

　　Evina struggled to turn her body sideways so she could find the time to move out of the corner, but it wasn't until the man's body closed in on her that she tensed and tensed, not having the slightest room to think about escape.

　　"I asked you what clan? This is the third time, and it's the bottom line."

　　"I'm just visiting my family ... from Segi," she said, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

　　"What? I didn't hear you." The man obediently attached his ear to Evina's lips while his sensual lips hovered around her soft neck.

　　"I ..." Yvonne's mind was in turmoil.

　　His hand gently wrapped around her slender waist, moving ever upward along the waistline to the side of her soft breast. Through the fabric, his thumbs kept teasing her sensitivity, which made her practically hear herself huff.

　　"No ... well ..."

　　"Is it difficult just to tell where you came from?" As he spoke, he didn't stop caressing.

　　"I said ... from Serge ..."

　　"I said ... I don't believe it," accompanied by a mocking laugh, a magnetic voice rubbing against her ear. His tone was flat, yet he managed to puncture the lie effortlessly.

　　Slipping off the clothes that had gotten in the way, his kisses had landed on her trembling shoulders, his hands holding her a little tighter as his steady breathing became so heavy for the first time for a woman.

　　Her upper body was nearly half-naked, except for a few pieces of cotton cloth that didn't top it off and barely had to cover her hidden breasts.

　　Was it her fault that she fought to push the strange man in front of her away? A flash of dismay appeared on the man's face the moment he was pushed away. And even faster, through the vague moonlight, she could see his eyes.

　　Fascinating depths.

　　No. ... How is that possible?

　　Dark gray eyes.