The Hunt For Immortal Love
Chapter 114 Looking For Forgiveness

It has been yet another eventful day for the Belmont trio. Yes, I am referring to out Hunter as being part of the Belmont House. The only thing left to do is invite the boy to stay, and that shall not even happen over my dead body. The Windchaser boys have stayed behind to see that all those godawful creatures have been exterminated and they shall then carry on with every other creature that needs to be killed. I do honestly say that I do not wish to have their life, but I am also confidently saying that ours are becoming very much the same.

What else is going over my dead body, is my beloved. I very much got the cold shoulder the entire flight home and are furiously trying to convince her to hear me out for only but a few minutes. But to no avail. My heart shall be rip from my chest even though it replaces itself dead. She is however at least allowing me in our room.

And the minute she closes that door, I make my move; I spin her body around and pull her into my embrace. The sweet Jasmine and vanilla that she carries so well attacks my senses. Her tiny figure presses against my body, her tight bosom is pushed into my sculpted chest. I feel her top but lift an inch, and her naked skin touches the exposed skin of my abs. She tries to pull away, but I tangle my hands in her hair and pull her even closer. "Sebastian, let me go. I am mad at you."

My voice is gentle but somewhat trembling as I speak to her. "Please, my beloved?"

She does not say a word, but instead, she grabs onto me and pulls her body is tight against mine. I feel her warm breath on my ear while she slowly whispers.

"No, Sebastian, let me go."

"Let me explain," I gently place my lips against her ears. I want to feel her skin. I want the closeness of her for as long as I can keep it.

Yet she splays her hands against my chest and pushes me away. I look at her with a mischievous smile forming around the corner of my mouth.

"No," she only but says it once.

My laughter vibrates through the room to every crack and crevice. I look at her, slightly amused, "Come on, my beloved."

"No," she says twice.

She looks at me and studies me from tip to toe. Maybe a bit too long to make me feel comfortable. Her voice is soft as she speaks once again. "No," she says for the third time.

She spins on her heels and dashes to the bathroom. I shortly follow her behind. What her purpose was for coming in here is not known, for I replace her only standing in front of the mirror.

But looking at her beauty does not only take my breath away; it renders my body out of control. She is standing there and doing this damn seductive thing with those supple red lips. "My beloved."

"No," she says for the fourth time.

I look down at my feet as I step one step closer.

"My beloved..." I step another step closer. I am close enough to reach my arms and fold them around her waist. The closer I get, the softer my voice becomes.

"I am..." I step another step closer. I am close enough to feel her warmth radiate from her skin.

"Sorry," I look up into her eyes; her lips are but less than an eye wink away. All I need to do is lean an inch forward, and mine would be against them. Mine is trembling, and how I would love us to tremble together.

I take a lock of her hair and twirl it around my finger, then gently pull it closer. The scent of honey fills my nostrils as I feel the soft touch of her hair against my skin.

"If I knew what the scent of an angel was, then I would say it was you."

"Flirting is not going to get you out of this, Sebastian."

"You would know when I am flirting with you, and this is not it."

And then I move yet another inch closer, "Do you want to know something else?" My lips touch the delicate tips of her ear. I hear her gasp, and she slightly becomes aroused.

"No what," she says through stuttered words.

"That I can so easily kiss you right now, but I won't."

"Why, why not?"

"Because you are mad at me."

"I can see what you are doing and it is not going to work."

"But my beloved."

She breaks free from my arms and rushes to sit on the side of the bed; I immediately miss the warmth that her body brings. For yet another attempt, I move on over to where she is. All I want is to have her as close to me as I possibly can and beg for the forgiveness that I so seek.

"My beloved please?"

"No," she says for the fifth time.

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I slide next to her on the bed, and she moves away.

"You can't be that mad at me."

"Oh, try me, I can."

I once again slide closer to her, and she slides away.

"Sebastian, stop it."

As she wants to move even further, she realizes that there is no further space for her to move into. I only but wink at her and smile.

"Sebastian, if you come any closer, then I am going to kill you."

"My beloved, I am already dead."

She gasps and tries to stand from the bed but soon realizes that there is nowhere for her to go.

"Sebastian, please let me go."

"Not until we have spoken, my beloved."

"We have spoken, now please let me go."

Without the most perfect precision, she slides that body past me and heads for the door, but yet again, I am there to stop her.

"Please, my beloved."

"No," she says for the sixth time.

"You really do like saying no, my beloved."

"Well, get used to it, for you are going to hear it a lot more."

As she goes for the doorknob, I spin her body around yet again and pin her into that very door she is trying to make her exit. I step and gently rub my body up against hers.

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My hand trembles as I take it to her cheek; I softly tuck her hair away from her eyes. I lean in a little closer, our foreheads now gently touching. I cannot fight against the thoughts that are going through my mind. She is flooding my senses in every possible way.

I take my thumb to her bottom lip and gently run it from one corner to the other. They are soft and smooth, and the lipstick makes them slide with ease. Her voice hitch as I move over them between the seams and slightly begin to part them. The heat between our bodies is now unmistakable. She whispers, but her trembling lips only cause her words to whimper. I see my name forming around her lips, but I do not hear it. She is drowning in the power I have over her body. I move my lips wink by wink even closer to hers. We are so close now that we could almost breathe the same breath. I look down at her lips and back up to meet her eyes. She closes her eyes, and I move forward, closing the space between us. As I tuck at her bottom lip, she stops and pulls away.

I stare into her deep blue eyes; I cup her cheek, which is now slowly turning red. This woman that has so much power over me is like jelly in my hands. I smile at her before I slowly lean into her. My hand is shaking slightly; my mind is repeating the same sentence over and over. It feels like I am going to explode. I so desperately want to claim those lips.

"My beloved."

"Yes, Sebastian."

"Please, I am sorry."

"It does not work like that; saying sorry every time does not make it better."

"What can I do then?"

"Letting me go is a good start."

I softly chuckle at her and close that gap between our bodies again, "I am sorry, but I cannot do that." "Why?"

"Because I need to do this."

I instantly lock her lips into mine. As her soft velvety lips begin to move against mine, she rips open my soul, and the world falls away. My thumb caresses her cheek. She encircles my body and runs her fingers down my spine.

I slide my hands down her waist and rest them at the small of her back. She moves and arches into my body; I moan at the contact and the heat of our bodies so close against each other.

At first, our kiss is soft and gentle, like tiny butterflies on your skin. But the more she pushes into me, the more demanding they become. I let go of her waist and pin her between my hands. Our kiss is growing more passionate by the second. The heat between our bodies is raging like a fire out of control. Then finally, I pull away.

"Am I forgiven, my beloved?"