Chapter 0112

What could possibly make my girl this flustered? My fingers brush against hers as I take her hand. She should never feel embarrassed or hesitant to share anything with me. Ever. I want every corner of her life to be open to me.

The question seemed innocent enough—just a playful icebreaker. On previous dates, I'd gotten responses like "I stole my first kiss at eight" or "I walked in on my parents going at it in the laundry room." Lighthearted confessions. But this? This matters to Evelyn. And now I'm burning with curiosity.

Her gaze stays fixed on the napkin she's twisting between her fingers. "Promise you won't laugh?"

The intensity in my voice surprises even me. "Never."

A shy smile tugs at her lips before those mesmerizing eyes finally meet mine. "This is...my first date. Ever."

My breath catches. I blink. Once. Twice.

How? She's nearly eighteen. A Guardian. Rumors swirled about her spending time with Sebastian, but she's never been on a date? Thank the Moon Goddess I chose Celestia for tonight. The thought that I'm her very first date sends heat rushing through my veins.

My silence makes her fidget. She starts to look away again, but I catch her chin, tilting her face up. Our lips hover centimeters apart. "I'm honored to be your first," I murmur against her mouth. "I don't know what cosmic luck brought me here, but I'll take it. And I intend to be the first for many more experiences we'll share."

Her eyes glisten—was she really worried I'd react badly? If anything, I'm ecstatic. No exes to measure up against. Every first will be ours.

This time, it's Evelyn who closes the distance. Her kiss is tentative but electric, a spark that'll one day ignite into an inferno. For now, I savor her inexperienced passion, the sweet little sounds she makes, the way her fingers tremble against my jaw.

An exaggerated cough shatters the moment. Rosalind needs to learn some damn boundaries.

"Your appetizers," she announces with fake cheer. "Need anything else?"

Evelyn's hand stays on my face as she answers without breaking eye contact. "We're perfect."

+15 BONDS

As Rosalind retreats, I bring Evelyn's palm to my lips. My tongue traces slow circles on her sensitive skin. Her breath hitches, pupils dilating. Keeping her hand captive, I select a piece of cheese and guide it to her lips.

Her moan when she bites down goes straight to my groin. "Try it with the wine," I suggest.

She obeys, watching me over the crystal rim as she sips. "You're right. Divine."

Now it's her turn. She assembles prosciutto on bread with her free hand and offers it to me. I keep my grip on her wrist as I let her feed me, lips brushing her fingertips.

We continue this sensual exchange until the plates are empty. There's something profoundly intimate about feeding each other—a primal act that feels more erotic than any overt gesture.

In this moment, clarity strikes like lightning. I don't just want this woman tonight. I want every meal, every sunrise, every battle and triumph for the rest of my damned life. And come hell or high water, I'll make sure we have it all. Together.