Blood Legacy Chapter 109: 107. You will not ignore me

Stars. I swore I could see stars as he kissed me like that, his lips moulding against my own as if our mouths were made for each other.

Well, they actually were as it turned out.

He was my soulmate. My first soulmate. The one I was initially meant to be with.

I still couldn't believe it. He really was mine. Meant to be mine. And now it all made sense.

That was why I was feeling so attracted him. Why I craved so much for his touches and kisses. Why my heart longed for him, even when I didn't want to admit it to myself. There was a tether between us. A bond. A powerful connection. That was why even my magic was desperate to merge with his. It wanted to be close to its other half. Just like I wanted to be close to mine. And now I finally could. I had every right to. He was mine. And I his.

Nothing else mattered. That stupid pact between our clans. Our blood legacies. The things he'd done in the past. It didn't matter. Any of it.

All that mattered right now was that we were here, together. And I just wanted to show him what was in my heart. How much he meant to me already, even though I'd just found out only moments ago what we were to each other. I was already in love with him. Way before that. Before I even knew.

His lips continued to sensually caress my own and I climbed into his lap, so desperate to feel him as close as possible to me. It felt like my heart wanted to be close to his, feel its beats syncing with his.

My arms wrapped around the back of his neck and I buried a hand into those soft and short locks at the back of his head, hearing him let out a small groan.

His hand skimmed underneath my sweatshirt and I shuddered with delight, tingles erupting on my skin at the merest contact with his. It felt so incredible. Indescribable, even.

His fingers gingerly caressed my back and I whimpered from the pleasure, yearning for more and more. I wanted more of him. However much he could give me.

He carefully held me and tilted forwards, slowly lowering us until I was laying on the floor, his lips leaving mine as he sat back and peered down at me for a moment.

I was a panting mess, burning from that fire his lips and touch had kindled within me, my heart pounding as if begging to be released.

"You're so beautiful..." he softly said and my heart fluttered, feeling myself blush at the sight of those black eyes roving over my body so lovingly, like I was the most beautiful girl that had ever existed. I felt like a goddess under his stare. A beauty worthy of appraisal.

"I don't deserve you..." he quietly added, my lips parting at the sound of that small twinge of sadness lacing his voice.

"I am way too much of a sinner, I've done so many wrongs. I don't deserve you in my life. I don't deserve to taste those lips or touch your delicate body, and I certainly don't deserve your love," he lightly shook his head and I had to blink a few times, reeling from the sudden shock and surprise.

What was going on?

Why did this sound like a goodbye? Why was he talking like this? I thought that he wanted this, this thing between us! I didn't understand what he was trying to do and I didn't like it either. It felt completely wrong. Like he was making a grave mistake.

"Run away, Carina, before I destroy you too with my selfishness. Run away before I break your heart too," he uttered with a pain that went straight through me, cutting me like a hot knife.

Why was he doing this? What was wrong?

Why was he in such a rush to destroy what hadn't even properly begun between us?

Why did he sound so...scared?

"I said run!"

I suddenly scrambled at the sound of that anger in his tone, my eyes wide and wild with panic as I gave him one last glance. And with haggard moves I finally got up to my feet and ran away, to the safety of my room.

**

Days passed.

He hadn't uttered a word to me. Didn't even try.

He still kept his daily routine, cooking and generally doing everything that needed to be done around the house but other than that, he mostly kept to himself. Hiding himself in that room, doing god-knows what.

He hadn't invited me for another movie in his room and he definitely stopped reading to me like he used to whenever I was feeling down or bored.

He didn't even bother following me outside anymore like he used to whenever I went out for a little jog around the lake. It felt like he was shutting me out of his life little by little.

And it was starting to get on my nerves.

I watched him busy himself around the kitchen just as I entered, dead set on ignoring me again like he'd been doing in these past few days.

"Hi...What are you making?" My gaze zeroed in on the way he was meticulously chopping at those vegetables, not even bothering to look at me once. Or even acknowledge me at all.

Great. I blew out a breath of air and sauntered to the fridge, intending to grab a bottle of water since I was feeling so thirsty after that lap I'd just done around the lake.

I opened the door and looked inside, the cool air blowing over those droplets trailing over my sweaty skin, making me shiver a little.

*Hmm...*

A devious idea suddenly popped into my mind and I smirked a little, excitement and determination bubbling up within me.

So I went around the island and set myself at the very end, watching him continue to chop and ignore me like it was the easiest thing in the world.

*Very well. We'll see how you ignore this.*

I unscrewed the cap and started to chug like a desperate woman, pretending to be mad with thirst. I purposely let a copious amount of water trail at the corners of my lips and down my neck, feeling it drain straight into my cleavage.

"Oh..." I set the bottle down and shivered at the coolness blowing over my damp skin, my nipples hardening and very visible through my now soaking wet tank top.

...But he didn't even bother. He didn't gaze once at me. Not even a stolen glimpse. Instead he continued to chop at those damned vegetables, the sound grating on my nerves.

*Fuck.*

I blew out a frustrated breath and went to throw away that empty bottle then stormed out of that kitchen, however dead set on finding another way to attract his attention.

The fight was not over yet.

I made my way upstairs and rapidly threw my clothes off, hurrying to take a quick shower and be back down before he was done cooking and ran away again like he always did, leaving me to eat all by myself.

I had to convince him to stay somehow.

So I hopped into the shower and washed myself as quick as I could, getting right back out before I started to roam through the clothes he'd bought for me, desperately searching for the most revealing items I could find.

Another tank top and a pair of shorts. Except that they were too boring for my taste. *Oh well.*

I grabbed those two pieces of clothing from the dresser along with a pair of panties and then went to the bed, intending to drop that flimsy towel and dress myself up with those clothes when I lastly realized...

*Huh.*

I dropped them back on the bed and remained as I was instead, the water still dripping from the tips of my hair and certain areas of my skin still damp as I bolted straight outside of my room.

I made my way to the staircase and paused for a moment, willing to calm my breath and decrease those rapid heartbeats before I started to descend.

I didn't want him to know that I'd been rushing around like a lunatic, eager to finally have his attention.

So I drew in a deep breath and soothed my racing nerves, taking normal-paced and determined steps as I made my way towards the kitchen.

He was still there, working around like a busy chef, his back turned to me as he stirred at a pot on the stove.

My hands balled into fists at my sides, mentally smacking myself as I honestly had no idea how to proceed.

*Fuck! What do I say now? What do I do?*

I continued to watch him like a dumb idiot, my gaze trained on his back as he continued to prepare the food, acting like I wasn't even there.

Shit. I had to do something. I had to make him react at least. He couldn't keep me like this, at arm's length and roaming all alone around the house like some fucking pet.

I had to draw his attention. I had to make him react. I had to make him see me again. I couldn't take this anymore. I was tired. I was tired and sad and lonely. I wanted him to see me, speak to me at least. I needed his attention. I needed those black eyes on me again.

I shakily exhaled, watching him fill up a plate with pasta and sauce.

And the very moment he turned around to face me I firmly grabbed onto that towel with a trembling hand. And with a decided tug I pulled it open and let it go, letting it fall into a heap at my feet.

The sound of that plate falling and crashing on the floor was the first thing I heard and saw, my heart beating like a drum as I forced myself not to slap my hands over my body and cover myself away.

I thickly swallowed and stood there, finally daring to meet his gaze.

But nothing could've ever prepared me for what I saw, that almost violent look in his eyes as he let his gaze slowly trail over my body, inch by inch.

I forgot how to breathe. Forgot that I was even alive as he continued to stare at me with that hungered glint in his gaze. He was the predator, and I was his prey. A prey he definitely wanted to taste, if I were to judge by the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips, his throat bobbing as he visibly swallowed.

"What are you doing?" His eyes met mine again and I had to steel myself in, struggling not to tremble under his gaze.

"Oh, so he does speak after all. What do you know," I lightly shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest, unintentionally pushing my breasts together and making him look right back into that place again, his eyes flashing glowing golden for a fleeting moment.

"Well now that I have your complete and undivided attention," I purposely put an emphasis on those words, making him meet my gaze again.

"I want you to-no, I NEED you to stop ignoring me and tell me what the hell is going on!"

He was right in front of me in less than a second, making me startle and yelp with surprise but he didn't seem fazed at all. Instead he lowered himself until he was at eye-level with my pussy and I had to suck in a shuddering breath, forcing myself not to whimper from the pleasure of him being so close to me. But he only grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body, his gaze meeting my own as he firmly said,

"No."