Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 151

Chapter 151: First Glimpse of the Castle’s Horror (3)*
Third Person’s POV

One of his arms tightened around her waist as he pulled her even closer as if he wanted her to merge with his body.

His other hand reached up and cupped her soft cheek as he deepened the kiss with an intensity that matched hers.

Virelle moaned softly against his lips and the low vibrations sent shivers down his spine.

She was fierce and relentless as if afraid he would slip away if she didn’t hold on tightly enough.

Ethan welcomed her passion and need which showed in the way her body melded against his like they were two pieces that had always been meant to fit together.

His hands moved lower and skimmed over her waist before he gripped her thigh.

With a firm tug, he hoisted her up and his palms settled under her soft ass.

Virelle cooperated seamlessly as she instinctively wrapped her long legs around his waist.

Virelle’s slit red gown slipped and the silky fabric fell away from her thighs, exposing her pale and smooth skin that glowed faintly under the dim torchlight.

Her lips never left him and refused to surrender an inch as their tongues tangled in a feverish dance.

Ethan felt his own control slipping. The warmth of her lips and the softness of her body melding against his was intoxicating.

Saliva dripped between their lips and further down their chins but neither of them cared at this moment.

The kiss deepened and turned only messier and more desperate.

Virelle let out a soft whimper as this time Ethan bit down gently on her lower lip and elicited a shudder from her before she retaliated by pulling his head down even further.

His fingers dug into her thighs and roamed with a possessive touch as he traced and memorized every dip and curve.

Slowly, his touch inched higher and skimmed under the delicate lace of her purple panties that she had worn in front of him in the morning.

Virelle gasped at the contact but made no move to stop him this time.

Instead, she only pressed herself harder against him as her body trembled in anticipation.

Ethan smirked as he felt her need and laughed inwardly at her innocentness as she did not know what to do other than press her body against his harder.

Ethan knew this was dangerous. He knew he should slow down and take a step back.

But with the way she was clinging to him and feeling the way her lips whispered silent pleas against his own, he found himself unable to stop.

And this time, he didn’t want to.

But fate seemingly had other plans for the couple.

The gate at the other end of their position remained eerily still but the red worms that had infiltrated Ethan’s body writhed with growing intensity as if they were reacting to an unseen force.

Unknown to everyone, the moment the black gates had tremored, a dark force had seized the opportunity and slipped through the thin crack that had momentarily appeared between the two parts of the gate.

The formless shadow seemed like an ominous presence of pure darkness as it drifted aimlessly at first.

Its very essence seemed unstable as if it was awakening from a long and unnatural slumber.

But the moment it sensed Ethan’s presence descending into its domain slowly, something within it stirred.

It was similar to a predator recognizing its prey as it began gravitating toward him.

Yet, just as it drew close, Virelle’s arrival halted its advance.

The shadow quivered and recoiled violently almost as if it was terrified by her presence.

It wavered in hesitation and its shape convulsed in protest.

Ethan and Virelle who were still lost in their passionate kiss remained oblivious to the entity’s existence and were unaware of the silent spectator lurking just beyond their sight.

As their bodies heated with desire, their pheromones permeated the air and a primal energy radiated from their entwined forms.

Something within the dark presence reacted violently to Virelle’s scent as if struck by an unbearable force.

It twisted and churned and its once-fluid form became jagged and erratic.

A deep inhuman screech which was eerily reminiscent of the unsettling noises emitted by the red threads buried within Ethan’s body reverberated through the corridor.

The shadow began to coagulate and its amorphous form shifted as it condensed into something more solid.

In mere moments, a towering hooded figure stood before them.

It was nearly seven feet tall and its entire body was cloaked in an ever-flowing darkness that refused to be illuminated.

None of its features were visible, no eyes or mouth—just an abyss of swirling blackness beneath its hood.

It took a single, deliberate step forward though in reality, it drifted slowly like a wraith.

Meanwhile, Ethan broke away from the kiss and his lips started grazing Virelle’s wet chin as he trailed down her smooth neck and left soft and lingering kisses.

Virelle tilted her head and wordlessly offered him access as her breathing was uneven with anticipation.

Seizing the moment, Ethan latched onto a delicate spot on her neck and sucked firmly.

A deep red mark blossomed against her pale skin.

Ethan looked at it and knew that it was a claim and a symbol that she was his.

Touched by his gesture, Virelle’s crimson eyes glistened with unspoken emotion before she retaliated and pressed her lips against his neck.

Though she didn’t bite this time, her lips lingered possessively as she sucked on his pale neck and marked him in return.

Ethan chuckled softly as he recognized her competitive streak and gently ran his fingers through her golden hair.

But then—

An unnatural chill crawled down his spine as his instincts flared in alarm.

His mind space trembled as a pulse of pure white energy radiated from the Eterna Nexus, the entity that had always remained dormant unless acute danger was imminent.

A cold dread settled in his gut.

He didn’t make any sudden movements and pretended to remain lost in Virelle’s warmth.