"Please don't be annoyed… this—" Before Mrs. Delirah could complete her statement, a snake hissed furiously at her, revealing its sharp poisonous fangs.
Mrs. Delirah immediately fell silent, inwardly cursing Zaiyila. She didn't dare make another sound for fear of being devoured by the snake.
Everett opened his glowing eyes, which soon settled into a deep black, adding even more charm to his handsomeness. His gaze landed on Zaiyila, and a warm smile spread across his face.
Seeing that charming smile, Zaiyila found it increasingly difficult to control her racing heart. She tried to look away, but she couldn't help herself—all she wanted was to touch and feel those powerful abs.
"Come," Everett's voice resonated through the room, making everyone feel as if their souls were being ripped from their bodies. But to Zaiyila, it was the most melodious voice she had ever heard.
"I…" She opened her mouth to object, but just then, one of the men in the crowd received a signal from Mrs. Delirah. He nodded and pushed her forward, causing her to land directly on Everett's lap—with Everett himself helping her settle in place.
"He pushed her," Everett remarked, his tone indifferent. Before anyone could process what was happening, the man who had just shoved Zaiyila was devoured by the snakes, leaving not even a single bone behind.
Everyone was stunned, but they dared not make a sound. The room became eerily silent—no one moved, and some even wished they could sink into the ground.
Zaiyila, however, was completely unaware of her surroundings. Her entire focus was on the mesmerizing man before her, so much so that she forgot she had been holding her breath.
"Breathe out," Everett instructed, placing a hand on her chest as he lowered his head towards her. Their lips were mere inches apart.
Zaiyila's heartbeat accelerated. She stared at him, her spirit nearly soaring in excitement at their closeness.
"Calm down, I'm all yours," he whispered.
Zaiyila blinked twice, snapping back to reality. "I…" She instinctively moved to lower her head, trying to create some distance, but her body betrayed her. Without meaning to, she kissed him directly.
Had the others not been bowing their heads, witnessing this scene, they would have surely praised her boldness.
Zaiyila immediately pulled away, looking around anxiously. Only when she confirmed that no one had seen her impulsive action did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Damn, what did I just do? I always call him a pervert whenever I have that dream, but now I'm the one taking advantage of him. Who's the real pervert here?" she thought.
Everett chuckled, tightening his grip on her waist as he pulled her even closer. "I can satisfy you now. How about we finish what we started?" He kissed her ear.
Zaiyila shivered. "What… what is he saying now?" she wondered, her mind becoming hazy. She couldn't help but close her eyes.
Everett smirked before pressing a soft kiss against her neck, making her tremble again. He then lifted his gaze, looking at the crowd that remained bowed in silence.
"Feed on them," he commanded coldly before vanishing.
Instantly, screams of agony and echoes of regret filled the entire hall as the snakes devoured flesh and drained blood, leaving nothing behind.
Inside a Luxurious Bedroom
Everett gently placed Zaiyila on a wide, opulent bed. He caressed her face, watching as she slowly opened her eyes.
"Am I dreaming again?" she murmured, her face flushed.
"Dream?" Everett chuckled. "My bride is truly too innocent." He leaned in, his breath tickling her ear, hitting her sensitive spot, and setting her entire body alight.
"Don't… don't torture me again," she whispered, her left eye closing as waves of sensation coursed through her.
"Sure, I won't do that ever again," Everett murmured, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss started soft and gentle but quickly turned rough and wild.
This time, Zaiyila's hands weren't restrained. She eagerly helped him remove his shirt at lightning speed, her fingers working with unexpected urgency. Now, only his pants remained.
Everett pressed her hands down, locking eyes with her. "Are you sure?" he murmured. "You need to be clear about who you want to have sex with right now."
Zaiyila stared at him, then nodded. "Can you give me?" she asked in a soft, breathy voice.
Everett smiled. "Of course," he responded. At that moment, his beautiful horns vanished, making him appear like an ordinary, yet impossibly handsome, man.
Zaiyila, now overcome with newfound boldness, didn't even understand where she had gained such strength. She tore Everett's pants apart, leaving him completely exposed.
"Seems like you're really ready for this," Everett remarked between kisses. He continued to devour her lips as his hands ruthlessly tore apart her wedding dress and underwear, leaving her just as bare as him.
His gaze darkened with excitement, his eyes glowing once more. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to her soft skin, trailing kisses downwards until he reached her small, delicate breasts.
"Wait… wait!" Zaiyila gasped, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red. "They… they're small," she admitted, embarrassed.
Everett smirked before directly taking her left breast into his mouth, his other hand kneading the right.
"Ahh!" Zaiyila moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the sensation. Her legs instinctively crossed, but Everett parted them with ease, using his leg as a barrier.
"You… you promised not to torture me," she stammered, pressing his hand tighter against her chest, desperate for release.
"Oh, DAMN!"
She cried out again, her body arching as Everett's skilled tongue teased her nipple inside his mouth. The heat consuming her body was unbearable—she feared she would pass out if she didn't release soon.
"Please… just help me," she pleaded, tears slipping from her eyes as she reached for Everett. But he saw through her intentions and swiftly avoided her grasp, positioning himself between her legs but stopping just before going further.
"Yes! Yes, please move on!" Zaiyila begged desperately.
"No," Everett muttered, his voice deep and teasing. "First—" He kissed her neck while his fingers skillfully played with her already drenched core. "—I love your breasts exactly as they are."
Then, lowering his head, he trailed kisses down her stomach, reaching her glistening, hairless heat.
"Second—" He smirked against her skin. "I'd love to taste the sea."
"Wait… no… it's—!" Zaiyila tried to protest, but the moment she felt his mouth on her most sensitive spot, words failed her. His tongue found a particular place that sent her entire body into a frenzy of pleasure.
"Oh my! YES!" she cried out, her hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her breathing grew more erratic by the second.
Everett worked skillfully, his tongue sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body, pushing her closer to the edge.
"YES! RIGHT THERE!"
"I… I… I think… something… is… coming!"
Hearing this, Everett quickened his pace.
Zaiyila's body tried to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure, but he held her in place, not letting her escape.
"AHHHHH!"
She screamed as she finally reached her climax, releasing right into Everett's mouth. Exhausted, she lay motionless, her body trembling from the aftershocks.
Everett calmly licked her clean before moving up to hover over her.
"Tired already?" he asked, flashing a devilishly handsome smile.