The Beast That Licks Me - Chapter 0 - Prologue
Inside the ship, as the rocking subsided, Rosette’s heart stirred like a brewing storm. Every time she saw Evan’s face, her cheeks flushed, and the heat where his tongue had touched refused to cool.
“Phew…”
“What’s wrong?”
Evan asked as he just came out of the bathroom. Water droplets from his damp blond hair trickled down his collarbone. Rosette averted her gaze as if she’d seen something she shouldn’t have.
“I don’t know if it’s the heat, but my throat keeps burning.”
“Really? Want some water?”
“…Yeah.”
Rosette answered softly. Evan, drying his hair with a towel, headed towards the bedside table. Rosette leaned against the wall, cooling her heated cheeks with the back of her hand.
“It’s hot…”
Hah, Rosette exhaled hotly, fanning herself. Through her hazy vision, she could see Evan’s silhouette. He was busy pouring water, unaware that the towel barely covering his lower half was slowly slipping. The shape of his muscles, taut from lifting the heavy water jug, was clearly visible. Even the bulging veins around his forearms. Rosette found herself unconsciously licking her dry lips as she watched.
“Here, water.”
“…Thanks.”
“Drink slowly. You’re not feeling sick, are you?”
Evan looked at Rosette with concern. His gaze was tender enough to melt her. But Rosette’s eyes kept drifting lower than his worried eyes.
The water droplets that had been carelessly trickling down were now flowing over his pectorals and abs, disappearing beneath the towel.
“….”
Rosette silently gulped.
You’re in serious trouble, Rosette.
The lukewarm water slid down her throat. Even after emptying the entire cup, her thirst wasn’t easily quenched. It seemed it wasn’t just her throat that was parched.
“…I’m done.”
“Want more?”
“No…”
As Rosette handed over the empty cup, Evan took it and turned around. His back view, with just a towel precariously hanging around his waist, swaying as he walked, looked as if he was deliberately trying to seduce her. Finding it too much to bear, Rosette squeezed her eyes shut. It was futile. Even with closed eyes, Evan’s naked body appeared in her mind.
“Come here.”
Evan gently picked up Rosette, who was leaning against the wall. He effortlessly lifted her, as if she were light as a feather, though she felt as heavy as water-logged cotton. Once settled on the bed, Rosette furrowed her brow, seemingly in pain.
“Are you in a lot of pain? Should I call for a doctor?”
“No, no…”
The hesitation was brief. Rosette, quite impulsively, lifted her thigh to Evan, who was about to cover her with a blanket. Evan’s eyes immediately widened.
“Um, I think I’m hurt here too.”
“But you’re not?”
Evan, his eyes half-lidded from the alcohol, stared at Rosette’s snow-white leg. The smooth, milky line was so dizzyingly alluring that Evan awkwardly turned his flushed face away.
Seeing his Adam’s apple move, Rosette didn’t miss the chance to grab Evan’s arm. Their gazes met in mid-air. Tension instantly filled the space between them. A coy voice flowed from her plump, swollen lips.
“I am hurt.”
“You wish you were hurt?”
Evan, who seemed like he’d never understand what she meant, enveloped Rosette’s leg and looked up at her. Seeing Evan between her legs made her head spin. She felt it was time to be honest.
“…Yeah.”
“Alright. Looking again, it does seem like you’re hurt.”
Evan, smiling with crescent eyes, surged towards Rosette.
