Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Virelle's POV

It was a deadly figure who seemed all too familiar to me but this time instead of fear only whispers of revenge ringed in my ears.

Vengeance ignited within me in its fierce and all-consuming form. But before I could react, Ethan's body slipped from my grasp and crumpled lifelessly to the ground. Before I could process anything further, it was dragged by the chain connecting the bloody sickle.

"Nooo! You bastard!" My voice was a guttural roar that tore through the sky in a blend of rage and heartbreak until suddenly…

I was jolted awake.

Gasping for breath, I sat upright and found myself drenched in cold sweat. The oppressive darkness of the Abyssal Sanctum was gone and was replaced by the familiar comfort of my chamber.

The familiar dark and heavy curtains shrouded my bed and their dark folds formed a stark contrast to the vivid nightmare I had just escaped.

I touched my face and my fingers brushed against the tear-streaked trails etched into my skin.

It seems that all I have done from last night to this morning is only crying and nothing else.

I smiled wryly but suddenly my heart raced as I frantically searched for his presence.

I turned my head and found him lying beside me. He seemed utterly unbothered and a small trickle of drool dropped from the corner of his open mouth as he slept like a log.

His peaceful expression was in sharp contrast to the turmoil within me. The sight of him being safe and sound finally unraveled the tight knot of fear in my chest and replaced it with overwhelming relief.

I stared at him in a daze as a multitude of thoughts raced in my mind.

He looked so innocent and unguarded in his sleep. He was totally stripped of the confident and enigmatic aura that he always wore while awake.

Looking at his sleeping visage, I suddenly realized just how young he was, most likely not even eighteen.

I was embarrassed by the fact that he was so much younger than me but a forbidden thrill steaked in my body suddenly at that thought. But a guilty feeling mixed with it also roamed within my inner self as that wicked desire fought for control between them.

Seeing him sleeping so soundly without any worries sent a wave of anger and happiness inside me. The mixed emotions confused me for a second as I shook my head.

But one truth remained crystal clear to me.

I had fallen for him completely and irrevocably and now there was no room left for anyone else in my heart.

I was moved by an impulse I couldn't resist as I leaned down and gently licked the drool from the corner of his mouth before claiming his lips with mine in a soft and possessive kiss.

As our lips met, I sucked his saliva as I didn't want them to fall out of his mouth. As I sucked, I savored the sweetness that mingled with the warmth of his breath.

He was still asleep but feeling the pressure from my lips he hungrily sucked my saliva and my lower lip as if he was dreaming of something exciting.

Suddenly, his hands which had been still moments ago came alive and moved with a purpose.

His hands started sliding from my sides before they settled on my breasts.

A sharp gasp drowned by our kiss escaped my throat as his palms tightly curled around my breasts and his touch sent waves of rippling pleasure through me.

My breath hitched in my throat and I felt my heart pounding in my chest as he squeezed gently and his thumbs brushed over my nipples through the thin fabric of my black nightwear.

Then, without any warning, he suddenly broke the kiss. His head dipped lower with lightning speed and I felt his mouth close over my nipple as his lips and tongue worked through my dampened fabric.

A loud and unrestrained moan tore from my throat as his strong suction sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

I arched my back instinctively and pressed my chest closer to his face as I felt a trickle of my drool that was still mingling with his saliva escape the corner of my mouth.

Usually, I removed my inner upper undergarment when I slept at night due to the tight and uncomfortable feeling I felt on my nipples.

So, without the undergarment, my nipples were always highlighted through the thin sleepwear.

I trembled like a person caught in the throes of a lightning strike as he sucked my breasts hungrily like a baby.

His hands moved again. One of them slid around my waist while the other pressed firmly against my back as they held me in place and allowed him to continue his relentless assault.

My nightwear clung to my skin which was now wet and translucent where his mouth had been.

I could almost feel the heat of his breath against my bare nipple and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

My body trembled and my body beneath my waist felt weak as he suckled with a force that left me lightheaded.

He pressed his face between my breasts and I flushed with shame as almost half of his face vanished deep in my cleavage.

I panted as my chest heaved but he seemed to be in a deep sleep as he didn't awaken even after such an intense action.

Feeling his unrestrained sucking, I unconsciously ducked my head and whispered in a low voice as if someone would hear me.

"There is no milk...Brother Ethan… please, not so hard…"

But he didn't stop. Instead, he mumbled something incoherent and his words came out slurred and muffled against my breast.

I leaned closer as I tried to make sense of his sleep-addled murmurs.

"Nama...Aama..."

I didn't understand the meaning of his sudden mumbles as they were blurred and jumbled due to the obstruction from my breasts.