Love The Way He Lied

The call ended with a sharp beep, and Kyel threw the communication crystal down onto the desk with more force than necessary.

"Damn it!" he growled, dragging his hand down his face.

Only now did Kyel learn the truth. The cookies had been laced—with an aphrodisiac potent enough to drive even the most sane person insane.

He turned and walked back toward the bedroom, each step heavier than the last.

He paused at the door for a moment, gathering himself.

When he opened it, a dim golden light spilled across the marble floor from the lantern at the bedside.

And there she was.

Eva.

Wrapped in the blanket like a trembling cocoon, the sheet pulled all the way up to her face.

He shut the door quietly behind him and crossed to her side, set on the bed.

"Princess," he murmured, his voice softer now. "Are you… feeling alright?"

"…I'm going crazy," she whispered.

"Let me see your face," Kyel said gently.

He reached forward, pulling back the blanket to reveal her flushed cheeks, glistening with sweat, her pupils wide and glazed.

The moment her eyes locked onto his, her restraint crumbled.

Eva shot up like a flame catching wind, surprising Kyel entirely as she shoved him onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

Her thighs straddled his waist, her palms on his chest.

"I don't think I can take this anymore," she breathed, her lips just inches from his.

Her gaze burned with hunger. "Let's do it…"

Kyel blinked. "Do what?"

She leaned in closer. "Let's have our first night."

His entire body tensed. "Pr–Princess…" he stammered, but he didn't get to finish.

Then a

"KISS"

Her lips crashed onto his, desperate and aggressive.

She kissed him like a woman possessed, and when her tongue slid past his lips, tasting him, Kyel's mind momentarily shattered.

He pushed her back abruptly, breaking the kiss, his breath ragged. "Stop."

But she didn't. Eva lunged in again—he barely managed to cover her mouth with his hand, holding her in place.

"Princess, please," he begged, his voice strained. "We… we can't go farther than this."

"I want you," she mumbled against his palm—and then, she licked it.

A violent shiver shot down his spine.

Kyel cursed under his breath.

Her voice, her scent, her lips—all of her was pushing him toward the edge.

"You don't want to do it?" she asked, gaze heavy with hurt and lust.

"I do… more than you could ever imagine," Kyel whispered. "But not like this. You're not yourself right now."

She wasn't listening.

She grabbed his hands with feverish boldness and placed them directly on her breast, through the thin silk of her nightgown.

"Then touch me," she breathed. "Please."

Kyel's breath caught. The soft, warm weight of her against his palms was like fire.

His fingers almost betrayed him, twitching to explore further.

But he jerked his hands back as if burned. "No… this is wrong," he growled through gritted teeth.

"Damn it—Eva, this isn't you."

Eva leaned in again, pressing soft, maddening kisses along his bare collarbone.

Kyel clenched the bed sheet beneath him, his knuckles white. "Princess… Princess" he gasped.

"Eva…" he shouted

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? I'm barely holding on," he shouted, voice raw with desperation.

"If you keep this up… I won't be able to hold back."

Eva, unrelenting, smiled wickedly. "Then don't."

"God, I'm going crazy," he Shouted.

With an almost devilish grin, she began sliding the sleeves of her gown off her shoulders.

Kyel caught her wrists before the fabric fell.

"Don't even think about that,"

he warned in a tone that teetered between fury and despair. "Unless you want the death of me."

Her eyes flashed with something unrecognizable—and then

"slap."

The sound echoed through the room.

His face turned sharply with the force. The slap wasn't playful. It was real, laced with frustration and need.

"Eva…" he whispered, stunned.

She yanked him forward by the collar, face to face. "Why are you pushing me away?" she demanded, her voice breaking. "We're married. I'm your wife. I'm asking—no, begging—you for love. And you're rejecting me."

"You're not in your right mind," he said, voice hoarse. "It's that damned cookie.

It's the aphrodisiac talking, not you. Please, have mercy on me. I'm trying, but… it's getting harder and harder to resist you."

"Then take this," Eva whispered—and sank her teeth into his neck.

Kyel cried out in pain. Her bite hard, the bite left a mark—a deep imprint of her teeth, red and raw.

"That's it," Kyel snarled.

In a blur of movement, he rolled her beneath him and pinned both her wrists above her head.

He towered over her, his chest heaving, eyes bloodshot and wild.

"I can't take this anymore," he said in a low growl. "You're driving me crazy."

Eva, flushed and breathless, looked up at him with a sinful smile. "Then do it. I'm ready."

But she didn't expect what came next.

A second later, she was no longer pinned—but completely wrapped up in the bed sheet like a burrito, her arms and legs trapped tight.

"KYEL!" she shouted, struggling. "What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!"

Kyel stood at the far end of the room, panting, his shirt soaked with sweat. His chest rose and fell like he'd just fought a Wild Beast.

"You're staying like this until the effect wears off," he muttered, barely able to speak.

She thrashed on the bed. "KYEL! Come back here! Don't lock the door!"

But he had already stepped out, shutting the bedroom door behind him—and click—locked it from the outside.

His voice came through the wood. "I'm not opening this door until you are sane. So… go to sleep."

On the other side, Eva screamed into the frustration, the sheet still trapping her body.

Kyel leaned against the wall, sliding down until he sat on the cold marble floor. His legs trembled. His hands shook. His body felt like it had fought off death itself.

Each breath burned in his lungs, his vision blurred.

"I did it…"