Azura's fingers brushed over the faint scars on her waist, her green eyes lingering there longer than she'd like. The wound had healed completely, yet the scars remained. She couldn't help but feel surprised that she was still alive, waking five days after the ordeal that should’ve claimed her. The sorcerer’s seal had vanished, but her magic was still erratic, weakened from the toll it took to break free, her powers dulled by the lingering effects.
Still, she was breathing, and that was enough. Her heart, though heavy with the weight of revenge, found a twisted solace in survival. The universe hadn’t betrayed her yet, and neither had her need for vengeance.
Azura was lost in thought when a soft sensation broke her reverie—feathery kisses trailing along the curve of her neck, wet and warm. She shivered under Rylan’s touch as his lips continued their slow descent, kneeling behind her, his breath hot against her skin. Sparks ignited with each press of his lips, her body betraying her as butterflies swirled uncontrollably in her stomach.
"Rylan..." His name slipped from her lips like a whisper, an unbidden response to the way he bit down, teasing her. She caught her reflection in the mirror, half-naked, barely dressed in the thin fabric of her undergarments. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, embarrassment and desire clashing as she turned, hands pressing against his strong shoulders, trying to push him away.
But he didn’t budge. Instead, he lowered his lips to her belly, right where the scars marked her, lingering there as if in reverence. His kisses were soft, sensual, yet filled with an intensity that made her heart race.
"Stop with your tricks, Rylan. They won’t work on me," she tried to sound firm, though her voice trembled as she took a sharp breath. The way he’d cared for her over the past few days, tending to her wounds, changing her bandages, even helping her bathe—it had chipped away at the barriers around her heart, and she hated that it affected her more than she’d ever admit.
"Ryl... ahhh," a moan escaped her lips as he circled her navel with his tongue, teasing her body to respond in ways she wasn’t prepared for.
She gasped, her back arching involuntarily as his tongue dipped into the hollow of her belly, tasting her. The heat coiling inside her core was unbearable, her thighs instinctively parting as his hand moved between her legs, his fingers brushing over the soft material of her thong, stroking in slow, torturous circles
"But your body is saying otherwise," Rylan teased, his lips grazing her skin before biting down playfully. This time, Azura reacted swiftly, a harsh push sending him sprawling onto the floor, flat on his back. His laughter filled the room, deep and unapologetic, as he looked up at her.
“Idiot!” she snapped, her voice louder than usual as she hurried to grab the white dress from the bed, her movements frantic as she tried to regain control. She slipped the dress over her head, but her fingers fumbled slightly, betraying her composure.
Now lying on her bed, Rylan propped himself up on his elbows, watching her with that lazy, sensual grin of his. “Come on, I’m good at that, right?” His voice dripped with playful arrogance, knowing all too well how her body had responded to him moments ago.
Azura glared at him through the mirror, pulling at the fabric of the dress as she straightened herself. “No, you weren’t!” she shot back, trying to sound indifferent, but the blush on her cheeks was impossible to hide.
“But you liked it,” Rylan drawled, his gaze dark and smoldering as it swept over her. His tone was low, dangerously seductive, like he knew the effect he had on her and was reveling in it.
“I didn’t!” she insisted, crossing her arms as if that could shield her from the truth. But she could feel her heartbeat quicken, her body betraying her once again. She knew she was lying, even if she refused to admit it.
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Azura sat in the farthest corner of the institute's ground, hidden in the shadow of a tall oak tree. The cold breeze brushed against her skin, but it did little to distract her from the turmoil inside. Her mind raced with thoughts of Rylan, replaying every moment they'd shared over the past few days. She couldn’t escape him—his touch, his voice, the way he looked at her like she was more than just a demon girl.
Pulling her knees closer to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, trying to find comfort in her own embrace. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she felt something stir inside her cold, vengeful heart—a warmth she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in years.
He affects me like no one else, she thought bitterly. But she didn't want to admit it, didn’t want to acknowledge the way Rylan had started to break through the walls she’d built so carefully. How could she allow herself to feel anything for the son of the man who had destroyed her family? Who had taken everything from her?
"No, Rylan," she whispered fiercely to herself, her fingers digging into the fabric of her pants. "You can’t make me feel. I’ll never let you invade the walls I’ve created around me."
Her words were more of a vow than a plea, a desperate attempt to regain control over her heart.
Just then, the sharp sound of the bell rang across the grounds, signaling the end of the break and the start of her next class—Alchemist training. Azura closed her eyes for a moment, pushing all thoughts of Rylan aside, and stood up.
Just then she bumped into a someone, he was with his friends and their faces twisted in sneers as they approached her.
“Look who it is, the demon girl,” one of them taunted, his voice dripping with malice. “Thought you could just sit here all alone like you're one of us?” one of them mocked, they all were looking like seniors to her.
She doesn't want to waste her time on them as she have a class to attend which she couldn't afford to get late for it because of her already less attendance.
"Get our of my way otherwise.." she gave them a warning but they all laughed, knowing very well that she can't do anything. The news of her being sealed had spread in entire place like a smoke after fire and her absence from long time just confirmed it.
"Otherwise?, what will you do, huh.." other one asked clearly not taking her seriously. Azura raised her hands her eyes getting black but as the dark flame erupted her palm got disappeared suddenly.
She stiffened, trying to focus on her magic. She could feel it trying to surge within her, but just like over the past few days, it flickered and died just as quickly as it had come. The healers had said it would come back in time, but now, when she needed it most, she was powerless.
The boys just laughed, circling around her like wolves closing in on their prey. “What’s the matter? Can’t fight back, demon girl?”.
One boy, taller and broader than the rest, stepped forward, his eyes lingering on her breast. His gaze was dark, predatory, and Azura’s stomach turned in disgust. “Look at her,” he muttered to his friends through the mind link, a lecherous grin forming on his lips. “I bet we could have some fun with this one.”
The others snickered, and before she could react, one of them reached out to grab her arm, while another moved toward her, eyes filled with vile intent.
Fear surged through her, cold and gripping, as she tried to push them away. “Don’t touch me!” she yelled, trying again to summon her magic, but it fizzled out, leaving her vulnerable.
Just as the boy’s hand reached for her breast, a fist collided with the first boy’s jaw, sending him sprawling onto the ground.
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