A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 276: Avelina...What Are You doing?

Chapter 276: Avelina...What Are You doing?

Draven’s shoulders rose and fell as his anger multiplied. "Whatever you mean by that!!" He tightened his grip on Edward and furiously flung him away, causing Edward to crash into a table of food.

He stormed towards Avelina and harshly gripped her wrist. He began to walk away towards their guest room in the building.

Avelina, whose face was crumpled in pain at how tightly he was gripping her wrist, hissed. "Draven, you’re hurting me."

But Draven wasn’t listening. He pulled her along all the way through the passage until they arrived at their room. He pushed open the door, yanked her inside, and slammed the door shut behind them.

He locked the door and turned around to look at Avelina, who was rubbing her sore wrist with confusion evident on her face.

He lowered his head and breathed heavily to calm himself down.

"Draven...w-what’s wrong?" Even though she was quite drunk, Avelina could still make out what was going on around her. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and low.

Draven looked at her. He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head at her. "No, you didn’t."

"I’m so sorry," he apologized.

"Did I hurt you?" He took a step toward her and grabbed her wrist to look at it. "I didn’t mean to. Your wrist is—"

"No, I’m okay." Avelina interrupted him. "What’s wrong? Did something happen?"

Draven stared at her and slightly parted his lips. He wanted to say something, but seeming as though he had suddenly changed his mind, he exhaled. "No. Everything is fine. You should go to sleep, I’ll be over there on the couch."

He moved to walk past her, but Avelina grabbed his hand, stopping him. "Draven, wait."

"Mhm?" Draven came to a stop and looked over at her.

Avelina breathed softly, taking in a deep breath. Her mind was occupied with the thought of going on her tiptoe, reaching up her hand, and putting her arms around his neck. If she drew him close, she could close the distance between them and have her lips against his.

They were so close, so brushing her lips against his would be easy. It was so easy that before she could even put her thoughts together, she was already doing it.

It felt gentle and just...right. Her lips pressed against his like a light feathering touch that lasted a second, but somehow, it was long enough to send such shivering pure bliss rushing down her spine. She wanted more; she needed much more than that!

To be honest, she had not wanted to go this far. She had only needed it to be a light brush—a hint and her first step to action. But having tasted this man’s lips passionately like this for the first time, she suddenly realized she needed more from him. She wanted to go as far as to touch him more.

Her lips found his again, the sound of his surprised breathing filling her ears.

Draven’s eyes dilated a bit, and he quickly grabbed her hands, pulling her back.

"Avelina...what are you doing? You are dru—"

"Draven." Avelina lifted her soft eyes to look at him.

Draven could feel his breath hitch but had yet to process what was going on. He was aware she did not do that in her right mind, and that was the problem. He had been trying to avoid anything that could cause them to become distant again. The last time he allowed such a thing, it created issues between them, and he was sure that if he didn’t stop it this time around, there would be much more severe problems.

He took a deep breath and gently grabbed Avelina’s hand, pulling her close to him. "Avelina, you are drunk, and you must sleep, okay? I should have stopped you while you were taking those glasses."

He gave a low growl of regret and walked her over to the bed to have her lie down, but Avelina swiveled, pushing him down onto the bed. Before he could get back up, she crawled onto him and sat on his belly, her hands pressing against his muscled chest.

With his elbow, Draven supported his upper body, propping himself up, while his eyes gazed at Avelina, yet to fully comprehend what was going on.

Avelina softly smiled. She was doing just as Aurora told her to. To secure what belonged to her, she needed to act before some brunettes did.

She lowered her head so her face and Draven’s face were just two inches apart.

"Avelina...what are you doing?" Draven asked, his tone soft and gentle.

Avelina slowly bit her lip, her hazel orbs stuck on his.

"What am I doing?" She spoke in a hushed tone, her eyes gradually moving from his eyes to his lips. "I want to kiss you, Draven, that’s it. Or perhaps not." She shook her head. "I actually want you to do it, if that makes any sense."

She giggled to herself, running her fingers through her hair. "Do you know how I feel about you?"

Draven was not responding. He could only stare at her in a daze. Those words she was saying—does she even have any idea the consequences they held or the state they were putting him in? He wished he could kiss her. Of course, he had been waiting to do so since that night, but that would be taking advantage of her. She was completely vulnerable at the moment and probably didn’t even have any idea what she was saying.

She was the first and only woman to ever make him feel things just by her words alone. She was the first woman he had ever had thoughts of in a heavily, not-so-pure way. What would she think if she knew the things he thought of—every single thing he’d wish he could do to her? The constant urge to have her in his arms, but not just as a cuddle or so. It had to be much more than that. He wanted so much more!

As perfectly as he had hidden it, the desire he had for her could possibly set him aflame. To think he once said he did not desire her! Suddenly, he was nothing more than a fool. The way he desired her, he had never needed anything. His need for her burned!