Chapter 64: A Choice of Her Own [R 18]

A Choice of Her Own [R 18]

"Y-You..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"You... you have to be gentle with me... I already promised with you so be gentle... I am not some tool of your desire I am also girl."

Leon’s expression softened.

Not with pity, but with something warmer.

"I will. And remember after tonight, you are also my women. Like Selena and I treat my women best."

*Like Selena.*

*He treats her so well.*

*He loves her.*

*Maybe... maybe he could love me too.*

*Maybe I’m not just a tool to him.*

She nodded, swallowing hard.

She had already fallen this far.

Her body was already enjoying it.

Why not take the plunge?

If she cooperated, maybe he would treat her with care.

She saw how he treated Selena.

And she didn’t have a personal grudge with him.

So why not?

He was handsome.

He was powerful.

He had made Selena, an A-rank beast-girl, into an SSS-level goddess in two days.

*Maybe... maybe I could become strong too.*

*Maybe I could become more than just the Blackheart family’s spoiled princess.*

*Maybe I could become someone powerful.*

*Someone feared.*

*Someone respected.*

*And he could give me that.*

"There’s a bath," she said quietly with blushed.

Her eyes darting away.

"I... I just want to clean myself before sex. So if I... We could..."

She trailed off.

Unable to finish the thought.

*I want to be clean for him.*

*I want to be perfect for him.*

*I want him to want me.*

*Really want me.*

Leon’s lips curved into a small smile.

He understood what she wanted.

"A bath sounds perfect."

He rose from the bed and extended his hand to her.

"Come."

Evelyn looked at his hand.

For a moment she hesitated.

But then she slowly took it.

Her fingers cold and trembling against his warmth.

She led him through the dimly lit villa.

To a spacious bathroom.

Marble floors gleamed under soft candlelight.

A large sunken tub already filled with steaming water.

The scent of lavender and rose petals hung in the air.

Flickering candles lined the edges of the tub.

It was beautiful.

Serene.

Intimate.

Leon turned to her.

His eyes never leaving hers.

"Evelyn," he said softly, "you look beautiful in this light."

Her cheeks flushed.

"You... you don’t have to say that."

"I’m not saying it because I have to. I’m saying it because it’s true."

She looked away.

"You’re just saying that to get into my skirt."

Leon smiled and said, "No. I’m saying it because you deserve to hear it."

Evelyn’s lips trembled.

*Deserve?*

*I deserve something?*

*No one has ever said I deserve anything before.*

*Everyone just takes from me.*

*Everyone just uses me.*

*But he...*

*He’s different.*

*Isn’t he?*

Leon stepped closer.

His hand cupped her cheek.

She leaned into his touch without thinking.

His eyes searched hers.

"Can I undress you?" he asked softly.

Evelyn blinked.

"You... you’re asking?"

"Of course I’m asking. I won’t take anything you don’t want to give."

She looked at him.

Confused.

"You could just take it. You’re stronger than me."

"That’s not how I do things."

Evelyn shook her head.

"Why are you asking? If you’re going to do whatever you want anyway..."

"Because I want to hear you say yes."

*He wants me to say yes.*

*He wants me to choose this.*

*He’s giving me a choice.*

*No one has ever given me a choice before.*

She swallowed hard.

Her voice trembling.

"Yes."

Leon smiled.

He reached for the sash at her waist.

Gently pulled.

The knot came loose.

The robe fell open.

Evelyn’s breath caught in her throat.

The fabric slid from her shoulders.

Revealing smooth, pale skin.

Her collarbones.

Her shoulders.

The gentle swell of her boobs.

The robe pooled at her feet.

Leaving her standing in nothing but a thin green bra and matching panties.

Her E-cup tits were held by the delicate green lace bra.

Straining against the fabric.

Her narrow waist curved into soft, peach-shaped hips.

Her long, thick thighs pressed together in a nervous stance.

Leon’s breath caught at the sight.

She was beautiful and sexy.

A vision of pale skin and soft curves.

Her green hair cascading over her shoulders.

Her purple eyes wide and vulnerable.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

Evelyn’s face burned.

But she didn’t look away.

He stepped closer.

Placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

Then another on her collarbone.

She shivered under his touch.

A soft moan escaping her lips.

"Mnnnh..."

He admired the gentle curve of her waist.

The hint of toned muscle along her belly.

She had subtle abs.

The result of a warrior’s training beneath all that silk and lace.

Each muscle showed her strength.

Her discipline.

But right now, she was soft.

Vulnerable.

His.

He reached behind her.

Unclasped her bra.

The lace fell away.

Her breasts sprang free.

Full.

Soft.

Supple.

With perky pink nipples that hardened in the cool air.

Or from arousal.

Only she knew the truth.

Leon’s eyes darkened with desire.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

Evelyn’s face burned.

But she didn’t look away.

He kissed her jaw.

Then her cheek.

Then the tip of her nose.

Soft, reverent kisses that made her heart ache.

Then his lips found her neck.

Trailing down to her collarbone.

She let out a shaky sigh.

Her hands gripping his shoulders.

"As your master," he whispered against her skin, "and from now on, your man... you must know something."

She looked at him.

Her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Something else flickered there too.

Something she couldn’t name.

"I know this started rough," he said quietly.

"You don’t like me. I know it looks forced. It was forced. But I want you to know—"

He pulled back, meeting her gaze.

"I see you. Not just the prideful young lady. Not just the arrogance. I see the woman beneath all that."

Evelyn’s lips trembled.

A single tear slipped down her cheek.

*He sees me.*

*He really sees me.*

*No one has ever seen me before.*

*Not really.*

*Not like this.*

Leon brushed it away with his thumb.

"Maybe one day," he said softly, "you won’t hate being mine."

She didn’t answer.

But she didn’t pull away.

He kissed her again.

Not a command.

But a question.

And this time, she kissed him back.

Slowly.

Tentatively.

But she kissed him back.