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"Can't you just look away?" You snapped, your annoyance growing as Sylus’ piercing gaze lingered on you. "You're the one who got us into this predicament, and on top of that, I've been shot at, nearly stabbed, and now I'm stuck in this ridiculous dress!"
You struggled to adjust the zipper for what felt like the hundredth time, your annoyance building, especially when you heard a chuckle from the only other person in the room with you.
"You're really going to make fun of me, now?" You asked, still on edge.
"Make fun of you? No, darling, I was simply giving you an edge earlier," he said, his voice dripping with smugness.
"To trip me up with the length, maybe?" You raised an eyebrow, not amused.
"To make all the other bidders focus on you instead of the actual items," he replied, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"So, you're saying you want them to ogle me instead of focusing on the actual auction items you're trying to get your hands on? Great, thanks.” You muttered the last bit sarcastically, unimpressed by his logic. Unbothered, Sylus shrugged off his suit coat, letting it slide onto the leather couch behind him, and settled in with an air of relaxation that you could only envy. He was going to sleep well tonight, unlike you.
“I wouldn’t word it like that darling.” Sylus smirked, crossing his legs as he poured himself a glass of wine before holding out his hand. Sylus seemed to embody the cunning nature of a crow, yet his demeanor right now was eerily akin to that of a contented cat with a full belly. “Instead of using me as a punching bag, how about you allow me to help?”
As you strode towards him, trying not to appear too eager to take him up on his offer, he caught your gaze, his voice low and husky, "Let me, sweetheart." With deft fingers, he removed your heels, and right away you felt a sense of relief wash over you as your feet touched solid ground.
Lulled into a state of relaxation, you barely noticed when Sylus wrapped his arms around your waist and turned you around. A gentle kiss on the exposed skin of your back earned a shaky breath from you, and a chuckle from him. That smug bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
You didn't bother overthinking it, too caught up in the pleasure of finally shedding your restrictive dress. The fabric seemed to slide off your skin like silk, and suddenly you felt exposed, yet protected, in Sylus' care.
"Beautiful."
You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "I think we're looking at different things," You said, trying to brush off the dirt and someone else's blood that stained your skin. "I'm hardly in a state to be considered beautiful."
“Don’t lie, you were feeling yourself up earlier in the dress I picked out for you,” Sylus whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. His fingers grazed your skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. You felt yourself surrendering to his touch, but then the reality check kicked in - you were standing in his home partially undressed and vulnerable.
“That’s enough.” You whispered, lightly slapping his hands away only to be surprised when you looked back and caught an actual….puppy pout on his face???
“Nope. Whatever you’re about to say, I’m vetoing it.” You grumbled, scooping up the dress so you could have some coverage around your waist. At least your bra was still on, and Sylus had some things still up for imagination.
“You aren’t going to undress me? How unfair darling~” Sylus smirked. He reached for the dress, and you snatched it back for modesty's sake.
"You're supposed to be a good boy, remember?" you teased.
Sylus' crimson eyes darkened with amusement. "This is how you reward my good behavior? I'm offended."
You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “You’ve been treated far wors—”
The ringing from your phone cut off anything else that might slip past from your lips. You stepped away to snatch the device up, barely looking at the home screen when you answered. “Zayne?”
As you tried to smooth out your hair, which had come undone, Sylus beat you to it. He somehow managed to appear beside you while you were distracted. His fingers gently tangled in the back of your hair, collecting the strands in his hand.
“I’m fine. Everything I said in the report was truthful, but I’m happy to come in tomorrow if you want to take a look for yourself..”
The grip on your hair tightened. It seemed someone didn’t sound thrilled at the prospect of you leaving so soon. To counteract his growing frustration, you slipped your free hand around his waist, giving him a gentle squeeze. But instead of calming him down, it seemed to have the opposite effect. Sylus' lips trailed kisses up the back of your throat to earn a shiver.
Even though you two hadn't even broached the topic of a romantic relationship, let alone an agreed upon friendship, Sylus seemed to have already jumped off into the deep end. You were at least at fault for accidentally rewarding his bad behavior instead of punishing him.
“Um, I have to get cleaned up, but I’ll text you later, okay? I really appreciate it, Zayne.” You nodded slightly, even though the doctor couldn’t see you on his end. “Yes, thank you. Later.”
Tossing the phone aside, you turned around to face that wall of muscle behind you with a plan to give him a piece of your mind, but he had you beat. Like always.
Before you could even open your mouth, his lips claimed yours, holding you in place with a grip on your hair that was possessive. The overall kiss was intense, a far cry from the gentle caresses he'd given you earlier. You weakly struggled against his chest, pushing him away twice before he finally released your mouth.
But as you broke free, you couldn't help but lewdly whimper at the lingering string of saliva still connecting you both. Of course he noticed your reaction and took advantage of it, running his tongue along his lower lip, breaking the connection.
“You can’t seriously be jealous. It was my doctor on the phone.”
“Oh, but not any doctor. Do you normally call your doctors, use their first name, or invite them over? Mephisto tells me he visits often.”
That earned a scowl. “Mephisto and I are going to have a long talk sometime.”
“He keeps you safe darling. Don’t go hurting his feelings.” Sylus chuckled, only to coax you back into his arms, but you managed to surprise him this time around.
“I could have offered to go straight to him, Sylus. But I’m here with you. So quit pouting, help me shower, and you can make things up to me afterward.”
Sylus blinked only to smirk. "I have to admit, I'm surprised by your candor, kitten. But I'm not complaining."
You laughed and slipped into his bathroom and turned the water on. “Just come along now.”
As you shed your clothes, your hands paused at the sight of your bra. You couldn't help but wonder if you were really doing this. You'd always been drawn to Sylus, but you'd also been flirting with Zayne before. But nothing was official with either of them, so why were you starting to feel guilty?
“You have that expression again sweetheart. Don’t overthink things.” He whispered, looping a finger under your bra clasp, but he waited. “You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable kitten.”
You shook your head, and your voice was barely above a whisper. “It’s not that. I’m…”
Sylus’ eyebrow crooked. “What is it darling, hmm?”
“Why do all this? I’m not blind, and your attempts at flirting are too obvious.”
He only chuckled. “Darling, it takes two to tango. I haven’t been the only one flirting.”
“Maybe, but…I don’t like flings.”
Sylus didn't wait for a response before releasing your bra clasp and sliding the fabric off your shoulders. "Who said this was a fling?" he whispered, his eyes darkening. "You're already mine."
You felt a flutter in your chest as you gazed up at him, your voice barely audible as you said, "That's the first I've heard that."
Sylus' eyes never left yours as he spoke, his voice low and persuasive. "I think you're getting your bearings mixed up. You've always been mine, body and soul. All you need is a nudge to remember." He stepped closer and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "I know you're scared, but I can show you that I'm worth the risk, darling."
You felt your heart beating faster as he spoke, his words weaving a spell around you.
Sylus leaned in closer, his breath tickling your ear. "Trust me, kitten. Trust me to take care of you, to make you feel good. Let me show you again what it means to be mine."
His words sent shivers down your spine as he whispered them against your skin. Reluctantly, you felt yourself relaxing, letting go of your doubts and fears. Maybe, and just maybe, he was telling the truth. Maybe he did want something real with you, besides just wanting to simply own you.
You nodded slowly, feeling a sense of surrender wash over you.
“Go ahead, love. Get into the shower.” Sylus coaxed, his voice low and sultry. He pulled back, his eyes never leaving yours as he shed his clothes with deliberate slowness.
The first to go was his belt buckle, the sound of it hitting the ground echoing through the air. Then, his pants slid down his legs, revealing the lines of his toned physique. Finally, he pulled off his shirt, revealing the chiseled planes of his chest and abdomen.
As he stood before you, bare and unashamed, you couldn't help but be drawn to the sight of him. The warm light dancing across his skin seemed to highlight every muscle and curve, making him look like a living form of art.
“Like what you see?” Sylus' eyes sparkled with amusement as he took in your reaction, knowing he had your full attention.
Coughing from being flustered, you ducked under the water only to blush when you heard Sylus join and felt the warmth of his broad chest press against your back. It caused your heart to skip a beat as he wrapped his fingers around your throat, gently guiding your head to meet his gaze.
Any lingering doubts or concerns were momentarily forgotten as Sylus' lips crashed down on yours in a passionate kiss. His hands began to roam over your skin, sending more shivers down your spine as his fingers explored every curve and contour. He was an intoxicating drug, and you only wanted more.
As the kiss deepened, you couldn't help but be aware of Sylus' towering presence looming over you. He was an imposing figure, even more so than Zayne, and his size was starting to feel overwhelming in the best possible way. His body seemed to envelop you, making you feel small and protected in his arms.
“More,” You choked out, pleading. He was making your stomach feel funny.
His fingers danced across your nipples, before gently taking one into his mouth. His eyes never left yours, holding yours captive as he suckled and teased. Your fingers instinctively curled into his hair, drawing him closer.
"S-Sylus..." you whispered, a mix of surprise and pleasure escaping your lips. "That's not what I meant," you stammered, your body still reeling from the sensation.
That only earned another chuckle, his mouth still occupied with your nipple, "Ah, but this is called foreplay, darling. I'm not a complete animal." His words were muffled, but the hint of amusement in his tone was clear. He continued to tease and tantalize, his touch leaving you breathless and wanting more.
“I want it..” You trailed off, flustered. “..lower.”
“Oh?” Sylus smirked, pulling his lips back. "First, we should get cleaned up, and then I can take care of it." He paused, his gaze lingering on yours before releasing you.
You actually whimpered when his fingers started massaging shampoo into your hair, the sensation heavenly. You leaned against his chest, using his strength to support yourself as the warm water rinsed away the soap. Your eyes drifted shut, and you felt yourself slipping into a relaxed state.
The next thing you knew, you were wrapped in a large towel and cradled in Sylus' arms as he carried you to his bed. You opened your eyes to find yourself gazing at him, feeling a little disoriented.
“Awake darling?”
You nodded drowsily, only to reach up and press soft kisses to his neck. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close as you showered him with gentle affection. Sylus let out a contented sigh, clearly enjoying the tender gestures. It was a sweet, vulnerable side of you that he hadn't seen before, and he found it endearing. At least he knew he was doing something right if he managed to get you to trust him to this degree.
Sylus managed to cover your mouth with his once more, the kiss deepening into a gentle exploration of each other's tongues and mouths. But when Sylus' lips left, he began to trail his mouth down the curve of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He nibbled and kissed his way down the length of your body, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake.
And then, without warning, his mouth was down there, pressing soft kisses against the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. You felt a jolt of pleasure run through you, and you couldn't help but arch your back in response.
Sylus' hands slid up to cradle your hips, his fingers digging gently into the flesh as he settled in between your legs. You felt his breath against your most intimate places, and you couldn't help but gasp as he began to explore you with his tongue.
The world around you melted away, unaware of anything else besides the tongue licking inside and around your clit. You felt like you were melting into him, or going to sick into the mattress.
As he worked his magic, you felt yourself building towards an orgasm, the pleasure building and building until you thought you might explode. And when it finally came, it was like nothing you'd ever experienced before – a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that left you gasping and trembling.
As you slowly came back to yourself, Sylus was still there, his face pressed against your skin as if he was savoring the taste of you. And as he looked up at you, his eyes burning and lips wet, you knew that this was it – this was the moment that would change everything between you two.