Chapter 3

• "Make me feel Good."
• Camila slowly walked towards the bed and climbed on it and He did the same as her eyes locked onto his.
• She knelt on the bed, at his feet while Denver leaned on the headboard.
• "If i can make you feel good, will I be permitted to ask a request from you aside from money?" She asked, gazing at him with serious and determined eyes.
• "Hmm, yes."
• "Yes?" And you are serious right?"
• Denver smiled, knowingly.
• "Rest assured... I am not kidding. Just confirm the details."
• Camila let out a deep breath before she finally moved again, she inched a little closer to him but then she stopped, as if a thought just popped in her head.
• "How do I know when you start feeling good?" She asked again, causing Denver's brows to Arch. "You did say I should make sure I confirm the details."
• Another smirk left Denver's lips. This girl was simply interesting. She never ceases to surprise him with every little thing she does and says.
• "Good question... but are you sure you want signs? And not just a word from me." He asked, smugly.
• Since you have the tendency of joking around, you might claim that it is a joke later on, so i think i need physical signs. Just to be sure."
• "But Camila, physical signs could be faked as well. Are you confident that you can make my body react?"
• Camila pressed her lips tight and stared at him before she nodded confidently. She remembered her grandmother's words when she was teaching her How to perform a relaxing massage, saying that this message would make anyone feel good.
• "Yes"
• "Okay, how about this? If you make my body react even a little,then you win." He challenged her and she swallowed before she nodded.
• "Okay! Please remove your shirt so we can start." She said as she stretched her hands but Denver chuckled. Does she really want to do this? What would happen if she couldn't make his body react?
• "Camila, that's not proper. You should undress me… Think of it as foreplay."
• "Foreplay?" The naive Camila asked.
• "Yes, foreplay."
• Camila tilted her head. She was trying to remember where exactly she heard that exact word.
• Denver, of course, noticed that she seemed to be brainstorming and he shook his head in amusement.
• "Camila, Do you want me to translate the meaning for you?"
• "It means action or behaviour that precedes an event."
• He chuckled. "Did you read it from the dictionary?" He asked.
• "That's not the exact meaning. You omitted some parts." He smiled seductively.
• "Do you want to know?" He asked.
• Camila blinked at him and then her head snapped towards the dictionary on the shelves.
• "Okay, Foreplay is a sexual action that people do to each other before getting intimate." He said with a straight face and Camila blushed.
• "But... but we are not going to get intimate. I'm just going to massage you." She replied, a little flustered and Denver just flashed his mischievous smile again.
• "Now, come undress me." He sexily muttered. The way he looked at her at that moment was as if he was trying to look into her soul through her eyes and Camila on the other hand was lost in his gaze.
• But then, she was immediately lured out and she finally moved, as if she was hypnotized.
• She shuffled closer to him so that she could reach reach the button of his shirt. However, before could start unbuttoning them, he stopped her.
• "That's not the right way. He whispered. "Do it while straddling me. You are mine so you should do it to really make me feel good."
• Camila turned red again but she still did what she was asked to do. She sat up on her knees, lifted a leg over his torso and placed it on the other side so that she was straddling him, as instructed.
• "Good," he smiled in satisfaction.
• She looked at the top button on his shirt. Her expression was still peaceful, so peaceful that it made Denver's eyes squinted. She was about to unbutton them when he stopped her again.
• "Look me in the eyes." Unbutton them without breaking your gaze at me." He uttered and she innocently nodded.
• "Okay."
• She looked up and the moment she met his gaze, she suddenly felt something strange. His eyes were like black hole, sucking her without warning, without mercy and without a way out.
• She gazed at him more intently, trying to see as deep as she could, but she could only graze at the surface of who this man really was. She felt mesmerized, hypnotized as she swallowed in a subconscious gesture. His breathing became less even and mouth became dry and his heat from his body slowly cript into her as if she was slowly sinking into a boiling hot bath.
• Feeling like she had no control of her
• body, she felt herself leaned forward as she ran her hands from his chest upwards neck, blindly looking for that top button of his shirt. When she found it, she slowly unbuttoned it, trailed her fingers down to the next and unbuttoned that one and then the next, and the next one after that, without looking away from him.
• "Impressive." He said and flashed a satisfied smile, almost as if he was proud of her excellent work.
• His words broke the spell he casted on her as she finally tore her gaze away from his. Unfortunately, her eyes went down to see her excellent work and was met by a sight that was just as mesmerizing and alluring.
• She subconsciously swallowed as she gazed at this perfect creature. She flushed as she slid her hands over his smooth shoulders and down around his arms to fully remove his shirt. She then got up and moved from on top of him and asked him to lay down on his front.
• Denver smiled and obediently did as he was instructed.
• But the moment his bare back was exposed to her, she gasped with what she saw. There was a tattoo on his back. The tattoo covered most of his back and it was an image of a black lycan with black eyes. Its head started from Denver's left shoulder and its body found its way down his back, ending with its tail down his lower back. The details were amazing and very well defined. Its cold and piercing eyes looked out towards the world, as if it was guarding its master's back and it looked menacing as if it would show no mercy to whoever that is trapped in its sharp claws. Its sharp teeth were bared, a signal to everyone else to keep away and its scales were as black as midnight, a symbol of the darkness of the world it lived in.