Chapter 14: Mine
The room pulsed with heat, thick with the drug's influence and something far more dangerous—desire, unfiltered and raw.
Kian couldn't think. Couldn't move without feeling like the air itself had turned to liquid fire inside his lungs. His vision danced at the edges, hazy and shimmering, but the one thing that never blurred, never faded, was her.
Eva.
That's what she told him to call her.
He didn't question it. Didn't care what her real name was. Because right now, this girl—barefoot and breathless, her eyes like black velvet smoke, standing between his parted knees—was everything. She was gravity, and he was helplessly, violently pulled into her orbit.
She stared at him like she owned him.
And maybe she did.
Kian didn't even remember sitting down, but now he was seated on the edge of the bed, his shirt half-off, mouth parted, chest heaving. His entire body was flushed with heat. The cool press of her fingers in his hair made him tilt his head up, just enough to meet her gaze.
Her touch was light, but her presence was a command. A war drum beneath a silk sheet.
She didn't lean in with hesitation. There was no awkwardness, no pause for permission. Her lips ghosted over the skin of his throat with terrifying purpose.
And then—bite.
Kian jerked, a raw sound catching in his throat.
It wasn't gentle. Her teeth sank deep into the side of his neck, dragging a groan out of him before he could stop it. It hurt. It thrilled. It branded. There was no mistaking what it was.
A claim.
His hands shot to her waist, trembling as he gripped her hips—but she didn't stop. She didn't want him to.
Her mouth moved again—up behind his ear, across the curve of his shoulder, slow and unhurried. Each new bite made his skin twitch. She wasn't kissing him. She was consuming him, one brutal mark at a time.
And he let her.
He had no experience with this—no framework for what was happening. Kian had never even held a girl's hand. Not once. He'd never wanted to.
Until now.
His whole body burned.
And he wanted her to keep going.
"Eva," he choked out, voice unrecognizable. "I—" He didn't even know what he was trying to say.
Her fingers slid under the fabric of his shirt and shoved it down off his shoulders, baring his chest completely. Her eyes swept over him, slow and hungry. She didn't touch him with reverence. She touched him like he was hers.
Kian couldn't breathe.
He watched her lower her mouth again, eyes fluttering closed as her teeth grazed across his collarbone, and—bite. Sharp and deep.
His hips jerked under her.
Another bite. A darker one, just under his ribs. Her fingers dug into his forearms, pinning them down when he tried to touch her back. It was effortless for her. She held him there like she knew exactly how much strength to use to keep him pliant, overwhelmed, wanting.
"Stay still," she murmured against his skin.
He obeyed.
Every inch of his upper body was becoming a battlefield. Her mouth mapped him with bruises—bite marks, love bites, evidence of everything she took and left behind.
She bit his chest.
She kissed his neck.
She moved back to his throat and bit just under his jaw, hard, making him let out a breathless moan.
"You're going to remember this," she whispered. "Even if you forget my name, you'll remember this."
He was panting now, lips parted, eyes glazed with heat. "Eva," he moaned again, like a prayer. A plea. The only name he knew in this moment.
And finally, finally, she let him touch her.
She straddled his lap, chest to chest, her bare thighs pressing against his hips as she leaned forward—and he kissed her. Messy. Eager. He didn't know what he was doing, but she let him try. Her neck was soft against his mouth, her scent thick and warm and devastating.
He sucked on the side of her throat, clumsy but desperate, and when his teeth grazed her skin, her breath hitched. She didn't pull away.
He moved lower, his mouth finding her collarbone, then the swell of her shoulder. He left faint marks, each one soft compared to what she'd given him.
But she let him. Just enough.
Until his hand drifted.
He didn't even know what he was reaching for—her waist, her thigh, her chest—just that he needed more. Needed her.
But she caught him.
Her hand closed around his wrist, firm. Her entire body went still.
"No," she said, voice low. Solid. Final.
Kian froze.
Her eyes found his, steady and clear, even as her body trembled with restrained tension.
"I'm not going to lose my virginity while I'm still underage," she said, quietly, with steel beneath the softness. "And not when you're drugged."
Kian's breath stuttered. Virginity? Her?
The girl who had just left his entire body shaking and bitten and claimed?
The idea almost didn't make sense.
But he believed her.
She was unlike anyone he'd ever met.
And somehow, some insane part of him didn't want to cross that line either—not like this.
He swallowed thickly, his voice hoarse. "I'm a virgin too."