Chapter 7 I Want Your Panties Down

Daniel’s POV

Evelyn's body was coffee. I didn’t stare, I drank her in. Every curve, every inch. They all drove me crazy. It was a sight I had never witnessed before. The last time I looked at a woman this naked and actually felt something this real was in my past life. And Delilah was the only woman who made it possible.

Now, Eve?

She doesn’t only awaken the human part of me. She reminds me of Delilah, brave, fierce, and innocent. Looking at her alone brings back those hurtful memories.

The beautiful love stories I created with Delilah and then…. that very day when my dad announced that I would be going to the city to study for three years. I could still remember how she cried in my arms the day I was leaving the village. The promises we made to each other, to stay in love until death do us part.

And then, on that fateful day in school, I got a message from my mom that the villagers were about to execute her because they found out she was pregnant.

Those bloody bastards, who had no humanity in them, chose to take away the only person who had ever brought life to me, all because of one stupid tradition.

They claimed that a woman shouldn’t get pregnant before marriage, but those motherfuckers did far worse, yet they only decided to carry out their wicked rule on Delilah because she was an outcast.

I found Evelyn’s eyes, the way they darted around mine made every nerve in my body jump.

“Step forward,” I said firmly.

Her hands remained frozen in place, still wrapped around herself, taut, fragile, vulnerable. Her head lowered, body stiffened with defiance.

She was testing me again, and I hated it.

“Let this be a reminder to you that every time you defy my orders, it will earn you a punishment.”

She exhaled shakily before lifting her neck.

She was scared. I saw that.

She was fighting it with every shattered breath, but it wouldn’t save her. Because I would make her surrender….. not just her body, but her very soul.

“For the last time, Eve. Come over here!” My voice came out louder than I intended.

She flinched. With a calculated step, she stood before me, head bowed toward the ground.

I let my fingers draw a lazy line across her skin. “You have a beautiful body. You should be proud of it.”

My hand moved from her cheek to the curve of her neckline, tracing the delicate skin until my fingers finally settled over the soft swell of her breasts, warm, full, and rising with every uneven breath she took.

It was as if I was losing myself. It had been a long time since I touched any woman this way. The several times I tried, it always ended before the real fun started.

Watching her like this without already being inside her was torture. And to hell with whoever made me, my cock was already straining against my pants.

I can’t believe that I finally found someone my body truly responds to, and it’s not Delilah. Or could she be….. her?

No! She can't be.

Fuck, I hate that even now I still can’t recall Delilah’s face.

After I got the news about how they killed her, I took the first train to my village. When I got back, I made sure I never spared anyone involved.

The guards, the elders, the women involved…..down to their potbellied king. I made sure I slaughtered each and every one of them.

It was a war. Me against the villagers. And after I had gotten my revenge and victory was mine, I had to keep to the promise I made to my Delilah.

Till death do us part.

I demanded to be buried alive in the same grave with her. That was how I came back to life centuries ago, as an immortal.

Ever since that day, my hatred for humans has only deepened. They wear masks of innocence while their souls rot beneath. They pretend to be virtuous, fragile, worthy of protection, but I have seen their true nature. They are liars. Parasites. They deserve no mercy.

Emiliana, the Moon Goddess, found me then. She told me that fate had brought me back to fulfill the promise I made to Delilah.

Even after asking her several times how to find Delilah, she gave me no proper answer.

Her only reply was: Fate will bring you two together one day.

It’s been ages, and I couldn’t even tell if I should still believe her or not.

Evelyn’s loud breath snapped me out of my thoughts. She stood there, shivering.

“Relax, little human,” I teased. “You don’t have to act like I’m a beast all the time.”

She swallowed hard. “Now that…..that I’ve done what you wanted, can I put on my dress?”

My lips curved slowly, not in kindness, but in warning.

“My sweet little fire,” I murmured, eyes tracing every exposed inch of her, “you seem to be under the illusion that this is over.”

I took a step forward, gliding my chest over her breasts.

“When I said I want to see all of you,” my eyes roamed over her from head to toe, “that includes your panties down.”

I smiled delightedly. “But you’re still wearing them.”

Her breath hitched and she parted from me as if burned. “You don’t expect me to go completely naked because of your silly games.”

“Mm-mhm. Why? Why won’t you?” I pressed further. “It’s just the two of us here, so I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t.”

“You are the reason here,” she fired back, eyes blazing with fury. “You don’t expect me to jump excitedly into your arms after you’ve made my life miserable.”

I tilted my head, a slow, predatory smile curling at the edge of my lips. Her fire…. her stubbornness….. It thrilled me. Most humans would cower, beg, or cry, but not her. Not Evelyn Martins.

But what she didn’t understand was that there was no way I was letting her go now. She is my prey. She is mine now. Maybe forever.

It might only take time, but my spirit tells me there’s more to her touch than just stripping away the powers I’ve held onto for years.

My hand wrapped around her curvy ass, each motion slow, intentional, crafted to break down her resistance and make her submit.

I traced my thumb over the peak of her nipple, feeling it tighten beneath my touch, and to my greatest satisfaction…... she didn’t even try to stop me. She stood perfectly still, breath shallow, eyes dazed.

“Look at you…..." I murmured. “You claim that you hate me, but your body tells a different story.”

Her lips widened, muttering a word that I could barely catch. I didn’t even bother to ask what she said. I was burning with need, and that was all that mattered to me right now.

I circled her nipple with teasing pressure. A faint gasp slipped past her lips, betraying her composure, and she arched, pressing up on her toes until she stretched impossibly tall.

“You can’t even hold back the feeling anymore,” I whispered. “I bet nobody has ever made you burn like this….not even your little boyfriends out there.”

“Please…..” she fought to steady her voice.

“Please what?”

“Please stop…..”

How could I? When my cock was already throbbing greedily for her, fueled by the tension she had already built.

The sound of lacy panties stretching under my touch filled the tense silence in the room. Her throat throbbed, eyes widened. “Lo….. Renzo…..”

Fuck. Hearing her call my name like that triggered something in me. No one has ever called me that way, sweet, smooth, and sultry.

And that only awakened my inner monster.

I slapped her thigh, not hard, just enough to separate them from pressing together.

“If you continue calling my name like that…. I might fuck you right here, right now.”

Her eyes flickered around mine. “Hmm.” She breathed faintly, fighting for air.

My hand moved upward, tracing the smooth curve of her body, lingering just above the place that made her shiver. Every inch I touched seemed to spark a war within her.

And then I slid the tip of my finger inside her. A soft moan passed from her lips. She gripped my jacket, almost reaching into my soul.

“Oh…...”

I could tell she didn’t want me to stop. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, I could still see it.

I lowered to the level of her chest, letting my lips brush over the swell of her breast. My tongue traced the hardened peak. Slowly at first, unhurried, exploring every sensitive inch, then quicker, sharper, teasing.

“Yes…..God...."

Her body betrayed her again, responding despite the fire in her eyes, the defiance in her trembling hands.

Finally, I pulled away, smiling triumphantly. “Yes what?”