Chapter 311-320

Chapter 311 – Backfired
“Undress and join me in the water, my love.” Her voice was so incredibly hypnotic in Gavrael’s ears. He was already hopelessly aroused since the moment she shed the very first article of her clothing, and he knew where she was leading this to. And once she was fully naked right before him, he had to restrain himself with everything he had got to stop himself from pouncing on her with abandon not caring for anything else. He then grabbed her and pinned her on the surface of the hard stone and proceeded to ravage her like the barbaric beast that he was.

He wanted to eat her completely and bury himself inside her again but… something within him seemed to be protesting. It was not his body that was putting up the resistance, he was quite sure of it. His body was already in fiery heat right then, but his darkness seemed to be trying to get in the way of him releasing himself to this pleasure. It was as if his darkness wanted him to hold onto his ground and not let her seduce him, sending him into a mindless sort of haze which might affect his mind.

Somehow, there was that sensation as though right now, his darkness was terrified of her.

Gavrael pondered upon it for a moment and then realized why. He knew she was at it again. She was again, trying her very best to make him remember, obviously because she believes that her Gavriel will return to her once she succeeds. He could see it clearly in her eyes, her sheer will to bring him back no matter what. In a way, looking at it from an outsider’s perspective, it was quite moving on how she is so faithful and determined even when all previous tries had failed.

But no matter how ridiculous it sounded, he was insanely jealous to his bones and his anger was triggered to reach new heights. But he managed to tamp it down as not to alarm and cause her fear.

His darkness seemed to be able to sympathize with him. However, instead of comforting him, it did not waste this opportunity as it went on to add oil to the already fiery furnace of rage and jealousy churning violently inside of him, telling him, ‘That’s right, you have the right to be jealous, you are not Gavriel after all, you are Gavrael, don’t forget that… and it is Gavriel that she wants to get back. Can’t you see that she can’t quite wait to get rid of you…?’ His darkness that had evolved its own consciousness sadistically spewed out, cruelly pouring salt onto his already opened and bleeding wounds that had been festering in his heart for the last few days. And as he had been aware of what Evie had been trying all the while, he could not help but waver at the thoughts put into his mind by his own darkness.

Gritting his teeth, Gavrael reached for his hair and fisted his hands roughly into his dark locks, pulling so hard he almost ripped them out from the roots. He knew his darkness was trying to influence his mind… to try and take over and claim control over it. These whispers inside his head… dictating him what to do and what to feel… he had already figured out this was all his dark magic’s doing. And every passing minute, it was becoming more and more demanding. He could also feel it becoming stronger every time he agrees to one of its evocations.