"Of course you were! You idiot! You were meant to observe only, not ask! How would you feel if he asked if you were wet?!" Star chastised earnestly.
"I would reply honestly, what's there to hide?" Elara replied casually.
"....." Fuck you're so weird.
Elara pouted, "Why do I feel like you're insulting me in your mind?"
"....fuck you're so weird."
"Hey! I didn't ask you to say it out!"
***
It didn't end that day to Terrence's horror. Elara spent the rest of the week flirting, clinging to him at every interval, sneakily checking out his reaction at every move.
And though it wasn't as deadly as having her show skin or ask him that kind of question, it was still problematic.
He couldn't tell what was going on with the woman, and every time he asked, she'd either ignore his question or brush it off.
Of course, he knew all he needed to do was simply tell her to stop, and she would, but even that proved difficult because, despite the deadliness of this new Elara, he quite liked it. Yes, he had been helplessly charmed.
"Merlin, I'm going crazy. Is this a sign or….?" Terrence asked with a raspy voice while downing another glass of wine.
"I also can't tell sir…" Merlin replied, sweating profusely inside.
Unlike he had expected, the vacation gave him lots of free time, and although he couldn't spend time with his wifey, he was having lots of fun relaxing since the only thing he had to do was coordinate the ongoing trip.
But then his boss called. He was distressed, talking about how a certain lady had decided to become a temptress and make his life hell.
Merlin thought deeply yet he couldn't place a finger on what exactly was the problem. Was the woman hinting at his boss despite being adamant about their relationship being platonic, or was she suspecting his boss and decided to sound him out? Or even worse, was she just having fun?
"Boss, I think I have an idea," he finally spoke after pondering for a long while.
Terrence stared at him for a while before responding, "Speak."
***
Elara had just put on her nightgown in preparation for bed when she received a message from Terrence telling her to come visit.
Excited, she cheerfully ventured into the male's room opening it only to be besieged by a strong scent—the smell of alcohol.
Standing within the room was Terrence with his back faced to her, shirtless, emitting an oppressive aura with just his presence.
She gulped; something about the dim lights, alcohol, and shirtlessness of the male, along with her light clothing, gave off a strong sense of ambiguity.
Elara was startled out of her daze when the man turned to face her, his face flushed a deep red, and his hazy eyes filled with a magnetic light.
Before she could react, he took long strides towards her, swiftly approaching her. Grabbing her by the wrist, he effortlessly swept her into the room and slammed the door in one quick motion.
"Wha—"
Elara's words were cut off with him throwing her softly onto the bed before pinning her down and closing off every space for escape. His gloomy gray eyes stared into her startled brown ones, like a fox glowering at an intimidated squirrel.
Only this squirrel had been very wild and needed to be disciplined.
"A-angel?" Elara whispered with a quiver.
"Isn't this what you wanted? What? Are you scared?" Terrence spoke, his voice low and deep with an underlying feeling of drunkenness underneath.
"Erm… no… I-I—" she stuttered helplessly.
"What do you want from me, Elara?" he questioned huskily, his hands brushing against Elara's waist, the heat of his skin permeating through her silky dress.
"I-I—I just…. Just…"
Leaning inwards, Terrence's warm breath brushed against her earlobes causing her to shiver slightly. He chuckled deeply, enjoying the trembling of the silly woman under him.
She probably wouldn't have guessed in a thousand years that he'd counter attack and now she was having a taste of her own medicine.
He placed a soft kiss on her earlobes while caressing her waist causing her to jolt in shock before softening into a pool of water.
"Ah…" Elara moaned softly, pressing her legs together as she tried to look away from him, only for the man to stubbornly bring her gaze to his.
Her misty eyes stared right at him, causing a euphoric surge tear through his very being.
He blushed madly, an evil grin spreading through his face, "Elara," he muttered huskily, "Are you wet?"
Elara's eyes widened drastically as if to pop off their sockets as a series of inaudible stutters stammered off her lips.
Her embarrassment was obvious despite her futile attempts to curtail her reactions, but even then, he couldn't help but notice that she didn't blush. It must be a blessing not to possess such a revealing trait.
Elara felt her mind completely rattled as she tried but failed miserably to control her stutter, and for a second, she felt like submerging into the mattress and becoming one with the bed.
Watching the woman tremble pitifully with an unsteady gaze as she whimpered adorably, Terrence chuckled deeply.
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
Elara stared at the man's feverish gaze, which seemed to possess a hypnotic effect to them, leaving her bewitched. She parted her lips wordlessly in a futile attempt to speak before stopping, guiltily evading the male's eyes.
Finally having mustered the courage she stared back into the man's eyes filled with a teasing light as she replied softly, her voice fading unto an almost inaudible whisper, ".... Yes."
"..."
"What?" Terrence blurted out with startled eyes, having not expected the female to admit truthfully.
Elara pouted helplessly, glaring at him with an accusatory look before admitting with a loud whisper, "Yes, I am, so please let me go!"
Looking at the cheeky lady under him who spoke truthfully in an extremely alluring manner disregarding any consequence of her words, Terrence felt his thread of rationality stretched taut.
He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to devour every bit of this delicious woman beneath him. How would she taste? She lay obediently in his arms, oblivious to the amount of danger she was in, like a prey who had unknowingly wandered into the predator's den, eluded to the danger it had strayed into.
The sleeve of her gown slid down her arm flashing a bit of her breasts as if inviting him to sin. Her eyes, her neck, her ears, her lips, her body…. Everything was tempting.
All of a sudden it felt like his senses had been enhanced to the extreme and every detail could be sensed, he could hear her soft pants mixed in with a silver of tempting whimpers, and his eyes caught every detail entrapping him further in his desire and a tingling smell of lemon tickled his nostrils nearly driving him to a crazy rut.
How would she taste? How would she taste? How would she taste? How would she taste? How would she taste? Should I taste her? Can I taste her? I should taste her! Why shouldn't I have her right now?! Let me have her now!
"Eik!" Elara yelped softly in pain as the male bit into her neck mercilessly, leaving a visible red tooth mark on her skin, which he lapped up greedily like a dog.
She could feel him panting heavily on her neck causing her to anxiously pat the man on his back in a clueless bid to calm him down, "You…. Okay?"
Was the alcohol doing something?
"No," Terrence spoke her crazy glint flashing within his electrifying gray eyes, "I want to fuck you."