24 ~ A Nod for Everything

Cassandra POV

"Are you mad? Why did you take velina?"

He asked again.

"Your brain seems slow,"

I muttered and he let out a frustrated sigh.

He left my neck and looked into my eyes, fisting my hair.

"Cassandra, never in your whole life take velina. It's harmful, it makes you do things that you probably don't want,"

"But, I want, I want you to take me,"

My words roll through my tongue themselves with the effect of the dose. Moreover, the sensations were strong enough to make me beg even more. There were butterflies in my stomach and then slight wetness down in my core. My buds erected longing for his touch.

"Take me what? Stupid girl,"

He roared whispering. Clearly frustrated and angry.

He left me and stood up.

"Stay here and sleep,"

His mouth ordered me while my eyebrows thinned in a row with surprising behavior.

He walked backward and lay over the couch. My playful lips curved into a smile as seductively lay on the bed. My elbow rested against the pillow, on which I was supporting my head to look at him, keeping my body weight on the side.

"Seems like King Ryan has changed his mind,"

I teased seductively. I didn't know how I was doing that but this was clearly the effect of velina. I was seducing him. I was becoming insane. Deep down there was an urge in me of his touch, roughness, and a slight dream of making love to me.

"I hate alcohol,"

He glared at me.

I stood up from the bed and walked slowly towards him. His eyes darted on me in this dim light, his face changed, slightly scared and nervous.

Reaching to him, I sat on my knees and looked into his eyes, begging slowly.

"Please, Ryan, I am longing for it,"

This wasn't false. My heart had always been aching for him. His touch has always been a charge of sensation, his piercing eyes have always been the knife for my shame and sanity. No matter how much I hated him, he was the one with whom I was naked with any of my emotions, power and mindfulness.

My hands touched his knees as he was sitting in front of me on the couch.

Looking into his eyes, I leaned in closer, my body frightened but determined. Closing my eyes, I placed my lips on the side of his cheek which sent a shiver down my spine. My cheeks warmed up with warmth. I waited for the objection but there was none. I leaned in even closer. My arms spread around his neck and suddenly he pushed me closer.

His steel strong hand against my waist's back to pull me closer.

"You are a very bad girl, Cass, you lack discipline, you are derived by emotions,"

He muttered against my cheek, closing his eyes. We both could feel the warmth of the racing breathing of each other.

My lips caressed his cheek and hands slowly and shamelessly moving towards the front of his attire. My fingers were rolling against the thin threads of his overcoat.

"No, Cassandra, you will regret this tomorrow,"

He muttered slowly against my cheek.

"I want to regret, destroyed moreover wants to feel the same pain,"

My fingers pulled the threads to open his upper. My fingers shamelessly forced his Black fabric backward, down the shoulder revealing his strong body.

My breathing slowed down, I felt his lips against my cheek and my head fell backward. A slow moan escaped my lips with the effect. There were sensations all across my body. The touch was so affecting that I could easily feel longed for more and more.

His lips moved to my earlobe, nibbling me.

"Ahhhhh,"

A painful cry escaped my lips and suddenly he stood up keeping me in his arms.

He walked backward, my feet barely touching the floor. He pushed me against the wall and I felt his lips against my neck. The strong pull of his kiss pierced through my soul making me moan even louder. My closed eyes and thoughts just thinking about him, only him.

The cold surface of the walls sent shivers down my spine when felt against my naked shoulders.

His hands wrapped tightly around me, and pulled me possessively closer.

I opened my eyes and looked into his. He was taller than me, which made me tilt my head slightly backward to look at him.

There was something different in his eyes. His hand cupped my neck and a slow cry escaped my lips. He pulled me closer, which made me stand on my toes as placed his lips over my forehead.

My heart fluttered, and butterflies erupted in my stomach. This was different, very different than I expected. I expected a hated session but here he was, not giving me any chance to hate him.

I wanted my destruction not love, not care, not reasons to fall for him.

He hugged me with care and a tear slipped my eyes. My heart was feeling heavy.

He kissed my cheek for a longer time. I closed my eyes feeling the care.

He pulled me up, tightening his arms around me and walked towards the bed. He leaned in closer to my ear and muttered.

"You should sleep,"

His words were caring and aware of the situation. But what would I do with my throbbing heart and urge of the touches?

I looked into his eyes with desire and request to change his mind. I wanted it. I didn't know whether it was me or Velina, but I wanted him.

I shook my head in a 'No'

He caressed my cheek with his hands and made me sit on the bed. Forcing my shoulder down slowly he laid me over the bed and sat beside me. My eyes weren't ready to leave him even for a moment.

I held his wrist and muttered.

"With you,"

I requested and he lay beside me. I placed my elbows on his chest and climbed half of my body over his chest in possession. Placing my face comfortably on his chest, I closed my eyes.

I could hear his racing heartbeats which were making me insane to no limits.

He placed his hand on my head softly, patting me slowly.

"You are much more than others Cassandra,"

He said slowly.

"I am nothing Ryan, I can't even protect my people,"

"The people you are longing to protect aren't yours. They don't like the real you,"

He patted my head slowly.

I opened my eyes and looked at myself.

"They loved me,"

I declared.

"They loved the human being of yours, not the reality,"

I thinned my eyebrows.

"Did your grandmother die because of aging?"

He asked.

"No, she was pretty much young. She knew so much magic and had knowledge about the cosmos. The energies she uses to collect from the universe had slowed down her aging,"

"How she died?"

Now this question hit me harder. Honestly, I didn't know how she died. She just started teaching me the Angiopatra and one day the news came to me about her death.

"I don't exactly know, how?"

He patted my head slowly and asked me, changing the topic.

"How are you feeling now?"

I thinned my eyebrows a little.

"What happened to me?"

He smiled a little and said.

"Nothing yet, but in sometime you will start feeling different,"

"Different?"

"Horny and wild,"

His lips curved in a smile.

"Wild?"

"I am afraid for myself,"

He chuckled and a knot formed in my stomach.

"You should try to sleep before the velina start affecting you,"

"Hasn't it started affecting yet,"

He shook his head and muttered.

"It works slowly but efficiently,"

He stated.

"What exactly would I feel?"

"Heat, your body will start burning, your stomach would feel aching, and heartbeats race with throbbing. Your senses turn wilder making you the most sensitive even to the wind. It would be easy for anyone to drive you crazy and you won't be able to deny because of the unbearable desire and pain rolling down your body,"

"Anyone?"

"The two glasses of velina definitely don't let anyone think whom he is sleeping with. It boosts desires, lust not love and sensibility,"

His words were scaring me now.

"But don't worry, I will not be leaving you before the effect stands finished,"

"Won't you do it with me?"

I asked shamelessly looking into his eyes.

"Do you want me to?"

I waited for a few moments calculating all the pros and cons. One of the biggest advantages was the realization of the real me and the disadvantage was the bond between us. But, this attraction and sensation were becoming unbearable. My eyes were looking into green ones. Somewhere in me, I could feel I could trust him. Moreover, if I couldn't save my people then I must suffer the same pain. I must go through the same. The Word whore should be said well.

I scanned his playful eyes while mine were showing the dilemma, dilemma or acceptance or rejection. The dilemma of reality and baseless struggle. When the calculations were made I was so drowned in the oceans of those green orbs.

I said.

"I do, yes,"

My words hung in my throat and suddenly he pushed me down under him and I felt thundering spark and sensations killing my body.