Page 39 of Unholy Fate

She didn’t move to pick anything up to eat, her full lips compressed.

“Come on, have you ever had oysters?”

“No.” Her lips thinned more, but she sat down.

Very good, little sister. “Come on. Just try it. I promise, I won’t bite.”

Not tonight. Maybe next time. Aziz had played a bit too hard that way with her last night. I wasn’t going to feel like a rerun.

I took a seat across from her as she picked up an oyster. She lifted the shell to her lips and looked at me quizzically.

“That’s right. Tip your head back and let the oyster slide in. It’s a delicacy.”

The moment the salty liquor of the shellfish rolled over her tongue, her entire demeanor shifted. She relaxed and her eyes widened as she breathed deeply.

“Tasty, isn’t it?” I purred, relishing the look of bliss that spread across her face.

The evening flowed like the enchanted wine, smooth and intoxicating. I kept the conversation playful, showering Evelyn with compliments that made her squirm and flush prettily. Her initial unease melted away, replaced by a growing warmth and enjoyment of my company and the food.

“You look stunning tonight, Evelyn. You’re absolutely radiant,” I said, my gaze lingering on the rise and fall of her breasts, the long line of her throat.

She ducked her head, looking at me through her long lashes. “You’re too kind.”

I poured her more “grape juice” and watched as she sipped it contentedly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The wine was working its magic, leaving her warm and euphoric.

“I’m just being honest. You’re a vision, Evelyn. You deserve to feel special.”

By the time I brought out dessert, chocolate-dipped strawberries, Evelyn was giggling, her reserved persona giving way to something more relaxed and uninhibited.

I selected a particularly luscious berry and held it out to her. “Try this.”

After a brief, apprehensive pause, she leaned in, her soft lips grazing my fingertips as she took the strawberry into her mouth. She glanced away, catching her breath.

The innocence was almost too much to bear.

“See? You’re letting yourself enjoy the moment. Doesn’t that feel good?”

She exhaled slowly as her inhibitions continued to slip away. “Maybe?”

I moved closer, my hand gently brushing against hers, saying nothing. A few minutes later, she was so relaxed she was practically liquid, her eyes clouded with desire.

My time had come. I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear, strands of her blonde hair tickling my cheek. “You don’t have to guess. Just let yourself feel it.”

“Levi, I don’t know…” she began, but her words faltered as I moved closer, my lips brushing the corner of her mouth.

Slowly, I traced the outline of her collarbone with my fingertips, savoring the goosebumps that erupted in its wake. Her initial protest faded as her body responded instinctively, her pupils dilated, betraying her arousal. The cloudy lust in her eyes was intoxicating.

“Levi, I don’t know...” I leaned in, my tongue grazing the corner of her mouth with the lightest caress.

The heat building inside her was palpable now, the enchanted food and drink overpowering her fragile defenses. I could tastethe sweetness of the strawberry mixed with her desire and uncertainty as I pulled back.

“What?” I whispered against her ear. “Don’t you want this?”

Her eyelids fluttered closed as she leaned into me, a soft moan escaping her throat. As our lips met in a long deep kiss, I slid my hand to rest on the small of her back, pulling her body closer to mine.

“I shouldn’t,” she whispered, but I carefully unbuttoned her shirt, ignoring her soft protests. The stiff peaks of her nipples under her demure cream-colored bra were lovely, and as I stoked them through the thin barrier as her slight breathy moans turned into soft whimpers.

The way her body responded to mine, the way she melted against my touch spoke louder than any words.

---