I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 44

“What?”

She initiated the kiss, so why was he just standing there?

 Azazel flushed as if embarrassed in response to her irritated question.

“I’m not very good at kissing. I was hoping Eve would take the lead?”

His timidity immediately turned into a genuine smile. 

Azazel enjoyed taunting Eve, who was concerned about being discovered by others. 

When she realized this, her rage flared up. 

The notion of being used by Azazel, doing anything he wanted and pleasing him, made her blood boil.

She didn’t want to give him the reaction he wanted.

Thus, Eve seized Azazel’s collar without thinking and crushed her lips to his. 

She forcefully explored his mouth and drew out his tongue, impulsively entwining hers with his, only to realize that this was her first attempt at such a kiss. 

Dane had always rushed their kisses, and she had to accommodate his tongue.

She felt uneasy after realizing this. 

However, Eve regained her composure as she observed Azazel’s tongue stiffen—to the point where he appeared to forget to breathe.

She gently tapped his stiff tongue and explored the softness of his mouth, occasionally scraping the roof of his mouth. 

Azazel’s body jerked in reaction. 

Eve was pleased by this and gently massaged his tongue, their saliva becoming increasingly sticky as their kiss deepened.

As the kiss deepened, their bodies moved closer together. 

Her soft chest was firmly pressed against his strong chest, and her increased sensitivity made the contact feel like a provocation. 

She wanted to be closer and experience more of his body warmth. 

As Eve sighed softly, preparing to intensify the kiss, Dane’s words echoed nearby.

“What’s behind this curtain?”

Eve’s eyes snapped open. 

They were directly in front of her. 

She hastily tried to push Azazel away, but when he opened his eyes, he smirked and, as Eve had planned, twisted his head deeper into the kiss. 

It was thrilling, and the kiss was amazing, yet it was wrong. 

Eve pressed against his shoulder again. However, Azazel remained still.

Eve let out an involuntary sigh owing to the enormous palm firmly clutching her chest. 

Fortunately, Azazel’s shut lips muffled the majority of her moan. 

But that was insufficient to alleviate her concerns. 

Count Hound’s presence was growing closer by the minute. 

If he moved closer, they might hear the sound of their saliva merging. 

Just when Eve was about to bite Azazel’s tongue out of desperation, he withdrew teasingly.

Realizing she had been teased again, Eve bit down hard on Azazel’s lower lip, causing a crunching sound as flesh was bitten, and a salty taste of blood filled her mouth.

 Only then did Azazel pull away from her. 

Eve tried valiantly to regulate her ragged breathing while staring at Azazel. 

He raised a hand and touched his lower lip, groaning quietly.

“Ah…”

Though he had noticed the taste of blood in his tongue, seeing the actual blood appeared to relieve him. 

Blood flowed steadily from his well-defined lower lip. 

Azazel mumbled in a hoarse voice as Eve gave him a twisted smile.

“It looks suspiciously like we’ve kissed, doesn’t it?”

Eve growled quietly, worried that Dane could hear.

“Shut up.”

A smile swiftly replaced Azazel’s expression of surprise. 

Eve ignored him and listened to the voices outside. 

Ashers’ voice had reached her ears.

“Do not go this way. That location houses my personal collection.”

Eve’s anxiety increased when Dane’s voice followed.

“Azazel and Eve seem to have gone this way.”

She assumed they had no interest in this path, but she was mistaken. 

Eve’s body stiffened up in anxiety. 

It was not the best time for the two men to meet, especially after hearing the noises of their wet kissing. 

Her mouth had been moist moments before but was now dry. 

Ashers was the one who rescued her.

“So?”

“I’d like to take a look.”

“As I previously stated, it’s a location with personal collections. Even if Eve and Azazel are present, I will not show it to you.”

“Is our relationship only worth that much?”

“Yes, so come this way, Dane.”

“That’s disappointing.”

Dane implored a couple more times to look at this sight, but Ashers persistently drew him away to another location. 

Eve sighed a sigh of relief only after their footsteps disappeared completely.

 Then, shockingly close, Azazel murmured in her ear.

“Fortunate, isn’t it?”

Eve, startled, pushed hard on his chest. 

Azazel took a hesitant step back and spoke.

“Since we can’t leave now, and it seems you won’t kiss me again, shall we talk about something else?”

Was he truly believing there was anything to talk about at this time? 

Eve scoffed when she looked at him. 

Azazel, removing the smirk from his face, asked sincerely.

“Really, have you no intention of accepting me?”

Eve was even more irritated by his rash behaviour and unexpected display of adoration. 

No reasonable person would cling to Eve, his former stepmother, in such a way.

“Does it make sense for you and me to be involved?”

“Why can’t we be?”

His calm response was almost comical. 

Others would never accept their relationship, and it would only worsen as it progressed. 

They could only be together if they kept it a secret.

“Are you suggesting we have a secret affair?”

Her sarcasm was sharp, but Azazel nodded after several blinks.

“Hmm, starting like that isn’t bad.”

“Do you believe you would be content with that? You are insane.”

It would be best to avoid starting anything with him at all. 

The main issue was that it had already begun. Therefore, it could not continue any further. 

Azazel contemplated her statement, looking like a scholar deep in meditation as he stared down and remained silent. 

After a pause, he spoke again.

“Yes, you’re correct. It would be difficult to be pleased with only that. But if it makes you feel better, it’s not impossible.”