[Westley's POV]
I've always been one to stay away from women, especially human women. They were beautiful, and they possessed something that the vampires did not have. It wasn't just their blood. To me, they were also considered taboo because of my curse.
I had always maintained my distance from them. I pushed them away of my own accord, keeping them away from me and making sure they knew not to approach. But what was happening to me today? Was it because it was her? There was something about her that ordinary, beautiful human women didn't have. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but it was as though it was in my instincts to be attracted to her.
Along the way, she had followed after me without saying a single word. She was really obedient. Were all women this obedient in the beginning? I always overheard my subordinates complaining about their partners. "She wasn't like this at the start. Why is she becoming more and more demanding?" It wouldn't be bad if she could remain this obedient. However, I only wanted her to obey me.
Once we stepped into the elevator, I felt like there was more distance between us. Although she was still holding onto my hand tightly, she had also leaned back against the wall. She was likely sizing me up. I wasn't sure why, but I suddenly remembered her guarded look at the bar. It caused my heart to ache and to hurt. Was she looking at me like that right now?
Thankfully, I noticed that the elevator lights were a little too bright. Perhaps they made her uncomfortable. I shifted my right hand surreptitiously in the air to draw a small semicircle, in an attempt to dim the lights in the elevator. This was one of the skills I had learned from my teacher at the Kingdom College; to control electric currents. However, it was clear that I wasn't well-practiced. I did not execute good control. The elevator abruptly turned dark and stopped moving.
She let out a yelp and reached for my arm. Her body moved closer to mine, and I felt her body heat again. The sensation was amazing.
I hoped the elevator would stop for just a little longer. This was because she seemed to be more bold and at ease with the darkness. It was as if we had returned to the dance floor.
When her soft lips brushed against mine, my body immediately responded.
She was growing bolder, but she only dared to kiss my lips. My lower body was throbbing. It was a little uncomfortable, but very pleasurable. I enjoyed this fullness, and I was certain she would also enjoy it later. I dearly wanted to share my arousal with her.
I began to hope that the elevator would move again. This way, we would be able to return to my room right away. There was more space there to maneuver, and we would be able to press closer to each other's bodies.
However, her arms were wrapped around my neck as she kissed me and I could not move my hands to fix the elevator. Thankfully, it wasn't long before my expectations became reality. A man's voice could be heard, "My apologies, my apologies," but she had returned to being that distant, wary girl.
It's time, I thought, for me to be more proactive. I wanted to respond fiercely and to satisfy all her expectations. Of course, only if she satisfied my desire as well. I watched as she stuttered and I wanted to tease her a little. I spoke casually, "Do you desire me?"
Her face turned a shade redder with her drunkenness. Yes, I was certain she wanted me, but could not bring herself to say it. Her tender shyness greatly aroused my desire.
I could not help but lean in to kiss her again. Her cheeks were getting redder and redder, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her eyes. I deliberately lowered my tone and whispered into her ear, "Do you want me?" I knew that she was weak against this strategy.
She did not answer. When the elevator finally stopped, she allowed me to guide her with my arm. She was willing to do this. She wanted me to give her more.
Of course, she did not only wish for my arm, I thought. From the moment I had approached her on the dance floor, her gaze had been fixed on me. I could feel the difference in the way she watched me and the people around her. It was wonderful to be seen differently, especially by her.
As soon as I had one foot through the door, I spun around and yanked her hard towards me. She fell into my arms again, softer than she had earlier. When she looked up, her eyes were a little startled, a little frightened, but mostly filled with excitement.
I took her lips in mine overbearingly and boldly explored her mouth with my tongue. The heat mingled in her mouth and she grew intoxicated and soft. I then explored elsewhere with my lips. As I breathed warm air gently against her ear, I could feel her sudden urge to escape but only for a second. She then seemed to melt with the sensation and desire more.
"Do you want me?" I asked again. I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear her desire for me, for my lips and for my hardness to caress her, rub her and enter her.
"Mm…" She let out a soft moan. Her body visibly trembled. She relaxed and slowly closed her eyes. This further encouraged me. I knew how to make her addicted to this. Thus, my actions grew even more unrestrained…