Cucking The Demon King
Chapter 145: Loving it[R18]

Chapter 145: Loving it[R18]

She hadn’t meant to.

She hadn’t even realized she was doing it.

But something about the way he held her... about the way he spoke those words with such quiet certainty... it made her want to be closer.

Her eyes found his.

And for a moment—just one suspended second—time froze.

His crimson gaze locked onto hers, dark and steady, glowing faintly with the reflection of illusionary starlight from the window. His arms hadn’t moved. His hands still rested lightly on her waist, not pulling her, not pressing—but present.

Eva’s breath was shallow now. Her heart wouldn’t stop its wild rhythm. Every inch of her skin felt like it was buzzing, alive with something she couldn’t name.

Her face tilted up a little more.

So close now.

She could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips.

Neither of them spoke.

They didn’t need to.

The moment had already chosen its path.

Then... softly... their lips touched.

It was the gentlest contact. Barely more than a breath. But it sent a rush of heat through her chest so fast and so sharp that she felt like her knees might give way.

Liam didn’t move at first—just let the kiss linger.

Then she leaned in—just a little—and that was all it took.

His hand at her waist pulled her closer, and the kiss deepened. Her fingers slid up from his chest, curling behind his neck, drawing him into her like she had no intention of ever letting go.

Warmth flooded her.

Not the kind that made her blush or flinch or retreat, but the kind that consumed.

Their lips moved slowly at first, learning each other, savoring every second like the world beyond this moment didn’t exist. But that slow burn quickly began to build.

Liam tilted his head slightly, his mouth brushing against hers with more urgency now. He kissed her like he’d wanted to for a long time, like he was pouring something unspoken into her with every brush of his lips.

Eva responded in kind.

She pressed into him, her body molded to his, and her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she opened her mouth just slightly against his, inviting more.

He accepted.

Their breaths mingled.

The kiss grew deeper, hotter. His hand slid up her back, fingers tracing along the curve of her spine. She gasped softly against his lips, and he used that moment to steal her breath completely.

Eva felt like she was melting into him.

Like everything else—every fear, every memory, every painful word from the past—was being stripped away, piece by piece, by the fire between them.

And the fire only burned brighter.

Her hands threaded through his hair, soft and dark and silky against her fingers, and he groaned softly into the kiss—a sound that sent a jolt straight through her core.

She didn’t care if this was foolish.

Didn’t care if it made sense.

All she knew was that in his arms, with his lips on hers, she didn’t feel broken.

She felt wanted.

She felt safe.

And she never wanted the moment to end.

But finally, slowly, breathlessly, they parted—foreheads resting together, hearts still racing, lips tingling from the heat that still lingered in the air.

Neither of them spoke.

They didn’t need to.

The look in his eyes said enough.

And the smile that touched the corners of hers—small, hesitant, but real—was all the answer he needed.

"Hehe." The heat between them still lingered when Liam suddenly let out a low, almost disbelieving chuckle.

Eva blinked up at him, dazed.

"I never thought I’d see this side of you," Liam murmured, his deep yet sweet voice making her heart flutter.

His words hit her harder than any spell could have.

Immediately, embarrassment flooded her face. She turned her head downward without thinking, her hair falling in front of her like a curtain to shield herself from his gaze.

But Liam wasn’t having it.

Gently, he reached out, fingers brushing her chin, coaxing her face back up to meet his eyes. His touch was firm but tender, giving her no room to escape.

Eva’s heart hammered against her ribs as she was forced to look into those burning crimson eyes.

She flushed all over again, her cheeks pink, her lips still slightly parted from their earlier kiss. She felt so exposed under that gaze—as if he could see everything she tried to hide.

And then he muttered, his voice husky and low, "Don’t look away... I want nothing more than to look at your beautiful face."

Eva thought her heart might stop.

Before she could react, Liam leaned in and captured her lips once more.

This time, the kiss wasn’t tentative.

It was hungry.

Possessive.

He kissed her like he wanted to claim every part of her — and she let him.

Eva melted into him, pressing her body closer, her hands gripping his shoulders, his back, desperate to feel more of him, to erase the thin space that still separated them.

The kiss deepened further, their tongues brushing, teasing, tasting.

Heat pooled low in Eva’s stomach.

Liam’s hands slid down her sides, his touch confident but reverent, memorizing every curve as if committing her to memory.

The tips of his fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts, and she let out a breathy moans, feeling sparks of pleasure course through her body.

Though it was only a gentle touch, which seemed almost unintentional, she felt like she was going crazy.

He was driving her crazy, and she was enjoying it... loving it.

His touch on her breasts slowly increased, and he suddenly flicked his finger across one of her nipples.

"Ahn..." Eva softly moaned, but her moan was soon swallowed by another kiss from Liam.

He was only touching her through her clothes, but she was already losing control.

’What is this feeling... I can’t stop...’ She thought, pulling his hands tighter around his neck, like she wanted him to sink into her.

’I don’t... want to stop...’ She mumbled inwardly, letting out another breathy moan.

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