I Saved a Demon, and Now He’s After Me - Chapter 58

TRIGGER WARNING: NON-CONSENSUAL SOMNOPHILIA

Bezel had freely shown his true nature in front of Johan. He was confident that even if Johan ran to Eden and tattled, she wouldn’t believe him.

He was a pathetic fool who still could not let go, even though he was her ex-boyfriend. Even if he badmouthed Bezel, it would only look like he was causing trouble out of jealousy.

But he could not show his true self to others. Bezel ignored Johan’s incredulous gaze and stayed faithful to his act as Eden’s kind and gentle partner.

Was it because he had spent the entire day mingling with humans and putting on a facade? As if his energy had run out, he felt thirsty and hungry.

At the Viscount’s manor, he had been served enough food to make the table legs bend, but such things were not even appetizers for Bezel. He had been waiting all day for night to come. He intended to indulge in the woman’s life force to his heart’s content after all the hard work he had put in.

At last, a deep silence settled over the house. Bezel rose from the sofa and walked toward the bedroom. Maybe because she was drunk and not in her right mind, the door had not been fully closed and was slightly ajar. When he carefully pushed it open, the hinge let out a faint creak, as though groaning.

Bezel stood at the edge of the bed and undid his belt. He stroked his half-e***t member in anticipation of the feast to come as he observed the woman.

Whether heat had risen from drinking, Eden had fallen asleep without even pulling the blanket over herself. As expected, her pajamas were black.

He had seen her wearing the same colored clothes that morning too. It was too persistent to just dismiss as mere preference.

“You must really like black.”

“Ah, the clothes?”

At Bezel’s question, which he had been unable to hold back, Eden glanced down at her black shirt and said casually.

“It’s mourning attire. I plan to keep wearing black until my revenge is complete.”

So there was meaning behind it, after all. Well, the dedication was admirable, but honestly, Bezel thought there was nothing more pointless.

The dead were simply dead. They had no way of knowing she had been wearing mourning clothes for seven years in their memory, nor could they feel joy or sorrow over it.

Even those years were meaningless. Eden would never complete her revenge. She would die by his hand before she ever got the chance to face Marbas.

But for that to happen, Bezel would have to step up his efforts. He might even have to perform a courtship dance to win her heart.

Eden had found a lead on Marbas. Considering her tenacious desire for revenge, it was only a matter of time before she discovered his whereabouts.

Before that, he needed to make Eden completely fall for him. Only then, after realizing his true identity, would she feel a despair deep enough to open a gate.

He had secured the right to a favor instead of money for that very reason. He had not yet decided how he would use it, but as humans do when trying to win over someone they like, he supposed he could use it for a date or some physical closeness.

‘Well, that can be decided later.’

For now, there was something more important to attend to. Bezel pulled down the woman’s pajama pants. The waistband was elastic, so the pants slid down without any resistance and fell to the floor.

At the sight of her exposed underwear, Bezel licked his lips. The pitch-black underwear nestled between white thighs was sensual. The thin fabric was slightly drawn inward along the long line running down the center.

He moved between her legs and pulled up her pajama top, revealing the pale b*****s hidden beneath the dark fabric, with pink n*****s at their center. He cupped her b*****s from underneath and rubbed circles around her areolas with his thumbs. Her closed lashes trembled faintly, and her tightly shut lips parted.

“Mmm….”

He had not even touched the center yet and she was already responding quickly. Bezel carefully licked her parted lips with his tongue. He sucked on her upper lip, then bit her plump lower lip lightly. Sliding his tongue between her further parted lips, he thrust it in and out as if drawing out her moans.

When he drew out her small tongue and rubbed against it, the woman moved her tongue even in her sleep. At first she pulled back as though trying to escape, but under the continued stimulation she finally gave in and tangled her tongue with his.

As the kiss deepened, saliva pooled in the narrow space of her mouth. Bezel caressed every part of her mucous membrane with his tongue, spreading the saliva around.

As proof of that intense kiss, a long string of saliva stretched between their lips when they parted. He grabbed Eden’s chin and pressed down to keep her mouth from closing, then rested his tongue on her lower lip.

Like a slide, thick saliva flowed down his extended tongue. When he covered her nose with his other hand, Eden reflexively opened her throat.

Gulp. Only after watching her swallow all of his saliva did Bezel release her chin and nose with a soft laugh.

“Good girl, Eden.”

He brushed his lips along the long line of her neck, then made his way past the bunched-up pajama top, down to the tops of her b*****s. Just from having her lips sucked on a little, her n*****s had already stiffened.