I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 29

It was as if everything in the world reminded him of Eve. Despite trying to avoid it, they had ended up here again.

“I don’t know what kind of reaction you want from me,” Eve said.

Azazel lowered his eyes and gazed at her with calm anticipation.

“If I were as beautiful as the rumors that follow my name, I’d hope you’d accept my temptation. Or, like your interpretation earlier, it would be fine if you were the one seducing me.”

Azazel, confidently speaking of his own beauty, lowered his head closer to Eve. Now so close that their eyelashes could practically touch.

He whispered with a smile, “How about imagining me in place of that demon’s face?”

Azazel gently intertwined his fingers with hers, as though lacing them together, and lightly kissed the back of her hand. Eve forced herself to ignore the soft flutter of his lashes as she spoke in a firm tone.

“Young Duke.”

She intended to cut off his nonsensical behavior, but Azazel only smiled sweetly in response.

“Eve, won’t you give me a new handkerchief?”

Though the words were simple, the implication was all too clear. His seemingly innocent smile was infuriating. Eve’s expression hardened.

“The one you took before should be enough.”

“Ah, that one’s worn out by now.”

The fact that he could say such things without shame made Eve’s face flush with embarrassment.

“I told you to stop. Do you know where we are?”

“We’re in the Seratine villa. And just past this curtain, my parents are nearby.”

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Eve added another damning point, “And my ex-husband is here as well.”

Instead of backing off, Azazel’s previously beautiful smile twisted. He wrapped his arms around Eve’s waist, pulling her into his embrace.

“Doesn’t that make it even more exciting?”

In an instant, their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Eve struggled to push him away.

“I’m telling you again, this isn’t…”

But Azazel whispered softly into her ear, “Mother.”

The tickling breath, coupled with that single word, made Eve’s body stiffen. Azazel lightly stroked her back as she froze.

“Even if you were my real mother, it wouldn’t be an issue for me.”

Azazel kissed her ear, his low laughter sending shivers through her.

“And since you’re not really my mother, it’s even less of a problem.”

He was undoubtedly insane. Eve tried to push him away, but his hands were faster.

“Ah!”

Eve gasped in shock as Azazel’s large hand grabbed her chest. She looked up at him in disbelief, but he merely gazed down at her with an innocent expression of admiration.

“They seem a little bigger.”

He wasn’t wrong. Her breasts had grown tender and swollen, likely due to her impending cycle, making them more sensitive. How had he noticed such a thing?

Through her clothing, his hand kneaded her, brushing over her nipples, which sent a strange, tingling sensation through her body, reminiscent of a dream. Eve stifled a moan, and Azazel clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“I want to hear your voice. Your moans are so pretty.”

The sensation of her breasts being rolled beneath his large hand nearly made her cry out.

“And when you bite your lips like that, they swell, making me want to kiss them.”

Azazel stared at her as she bit down on her lower lip, then asked, “Shall I? This time, I’ll really kiss you.”

Eve’s mind flashed to Azazel parting her legs during their previous kiss. She glared at him and tried to push him away again, but he was relentless.

Just then, she heard the sound of someone approaching. She didn’t need to guess who it was. There were only a few people in this place. The guilt in her chest pounded loudly. Azazel’s hand moved up her chest, gently brushing the area near her heart.

He grinned at her. “You’re nervous, aren’t you? Your heart’s racing. How cute.”

“Stop it.”

But he wasn’t listening. His dazed eyes remained fixed on her swollen lower lip.

“Ah, it’s swollen now. I want to bite it.”

There was no reasoning with him. The longer this went on, the more uncontrollable he seemed to become.

“Stop it, ah…”

As she twisted to escape, something hard pressed against her lower abdomen. It was unmistakable—the bulge of Azazel’s erection through his clothes. Eve looked at him in disbelief, and he backed away slightly.

“Ah, I touched you. Sorry.”

Should she commend him for being polite or curse him for being aroused in this situation? Her thoughts didn’t last long.

Lowering his head, Azazel smiled brightly in front of her and asked, “So, Eve, will you kiss me?”

His eyes, glittering beneath his long lashes, were already half-glazed over. He was completely mad. Looking into his crazed, lustful eyes, Eve decided it would be better to give him what he wanted and end this quickly. If she pushed him away too forcefully, it might provoke him further.

With a glare, she tilted her head up and pressed her lips to Azazel’s. Biting his lips gently, she twisted her head, waiting for him to deepen the kiss. But Azazel remained still, blinking at her. Eve shoved him back.

“What the hell?”

After all that talk about kissing, why was he just standing there?

Azazel blushed and smiled shyly. “I’m a bit of a novice at kissing, you see. I’ve never done it properly before. Could you take the lead?”

His shyness quickly melted into a mischievous smile. Azazel was clearly enjoying teasing Eve, who was on edge, worried about being discovered by others. Realizing this, anger flared inside her. The thought of being toyed with and manipulated to Azazel’s satisfaction infuriated her.

She didn’t want to give him what he wanted or react the way he expected. Without thinking, she grabbed his collar and yanked him down, forcefully pressing her lips to his.

Roughly, she invaded his mouth, tangling her tongue with his, pulling him into the kiss. It wasn’t until their tongues were entwined that Eve realized she had never kissed like this before. Dane had always been the one to rush things, while she simply received his advances.

As awkwardness crept in, Eve noticed that Azazel’s tongue had gone stiff, and he had momentarily forgotten to breathe. Realizing she now had the upper hand, she regained her composure. Gently teasing his tongue, she explored his mouth, brushing against his palate.

Each time, Azazel’s body reacted with a shudder. Emboldened, Eve caressed his tongue softly, their saliva mixing more intimately.

As the kiss deepened, their bodies pressed closer together. Eve’s soft chest was crushed against his firm torso, each sensation heightened by her sensitive state. She wanted to be closer, to feel more of his warmth. As a soft moan escaped her, she tilted her head, trying to deepen the kiss further. At that moment, she heard Dane’s voice from nearby.

“What’s behind this curtain?”

Eve’s eyes flew open. They were standing just outside. She quickly tried to push Azazel away, but he caught her, turning his head to kiss her even more deeply. While the kiss was undeniably intoxicating, this wasn’t the time. Eve shoved him again, but Azazel remained unmoved.

His large hand stubbornly clutched her breast, drawing a muffled moan from her. Thankfully, most of her sounds were swallowed by their tightly pressed lips. But that didn’t ease her nerves. Dane’s presence was drawing closer. Soon, he’d be near enough to hear the sound of their mingling saliva.

Azazel finally released her when he sensed Eve’s growing impatience and her attempts to bite down on his tongue.

He was teasing her again. Realizing this, Eve bit down hard on his lower lip. The sharp sound of flesh tearing was followed by the salty taste of blood in her mouth.

Azazel finally let go, stepping back. As Eve tried to steady her breathing, she glared at him. He raised a hand to his lower lip, letting out a small groan.

“Ah…”

Though she had already tasted the blood, seeing it now brought a sense of satisfaction. Blood trickled down his perfectly shaped lower lip. When Eve shot him a crooked smile, Azazel murmured in a slightly hoarse voice.

“…It’s obvious we were kissing. Anyone would suspect it.”

Fearing Dane might overhear, Eve hissed through clenched teeth. “Shut up.”

Azazel’s eyes, which had momentarily widened in surprise, crinkled into a smile again. Eve ignored him and strained to listen to what was happening outside. She could hear Aeshath’s voice.