My Most Precious Human

Chapter 63

I couldn't recall the last time I slept as soundly as that night. Perhaps it was due to my exhaustion and

loss of blood, but nonetheless, it was a good sleep. I woke up naked. Silk sheets lightly caressed my

skin. As soon as I opened my eyes, my lips formed a faint smile, which immediately added a flush to This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

my face as the flashes of last night brought back everything that had happened.

Uncontrollably, I covered most of my face to hide the blush, then I realized that I was in bed lying alone.

I nervously looked around the room and sighed in relief as soon as I saw Sariel standing by the

window. He was facing the sunrise. He was naked. All his amazing features and sculpture-like muscles

were clearly visible. I caught myself admiring the view and couldn't stop thinking that he looked like an

angel, the most perfect creature that I had ever seen. The light of the sun that found its way through the

window grazed his skin. I gasped, wondering how he could stay there so calm.

"Doesn't it hurt you?" I asked with my sleepy voice, glimpsing from underneath the sheets.

He turned his head my way and smiled, "It did hurt me, until now. I don't know why, but the sun has no

effect on me today." He smirked.

"Maybe… it is some kind of weird after-poisoning side-effect?" I laughed nervously.

"I think it is because of you," he said, locking his eyes on me. "Your blood made me feel different."

He started walking towards the bed. My heartbeat rushed more with every step he took.

"Different, how?" I queried hesitantly.

"I think it made me stronger." He smirked.

The sound of his voice created an electric wave that roamed my body, marking each sensitive spot. He

slowly walked towards the bed. Watching his naked body wasn't helping me remain calm. Looking into

his eyes felt like he was touching my skin again. My body was out of my control, already shivering in

the excitement of merely observing him getting closer.

"I want to taste you again," he hummed seductively.

I instantly flinched, seeing his fangs grow. I couldn't help but remind myself of the pain I felt when his

teeth pierced my neck.

"Relax." He chuckled, "It only hurts when the mark is formed. Let's say it's like losing your virginity…"

As a sly grin appeared on his face, a nervous laugh left my mouth. He lied back in bed and leaned over

me. He uncovered me from the sheets, watching how embarrassment flooded my body. His eyes

roamed over my skin, forming another wave of excitement within me. Unexpectedly, he took my hand. I

looked at him with my heart pounding, watching as his fingers ran through the inner side of my palm

and delicately stroked my forearm.

"Look at me, Lilith. I want you to watch me taste you," he said commandingly and sank his teeth into

my wrist.

I gasped but didn't feel any pain. I could see how my blood increased his arousal. His burning red eyes

looked straight at me, making me shiver, just imagining the elation my blood gave him. Suddenly, one

of his hands began to caress my thigh. He spread my legs and rubbed my most sensitive skin. I arched

my back in excitement, letting a soft moan leave my mouth. He withdrew his teeth from my wrist and

began kissing my lips, my neck, and my chest, making me overflow with desire. I wished this sensation

could last forever. I loved every second of it. I loved how he touched me. I loved how his kisses felt on

my skin. I loved…

No. I knew that I wasn't allowed to even finish this sentence in my mind. I knew that the second I

admitted having feelings for Sariel, I would sentence myself to suffering. I could have been a genius

when it came to numbers, contracts, and investment predictions, but I certainly was the least

emotionally experienced person I knew. I could allow myself to embrace the passion Sariel gave me,

but I couldn't let my feelings run wild. I couldn't let myself get fooled by his eyes, which temporarily

bestowed on me the warmth that I had been yearning for so long. I was well aware of how easy it was

to mistake passion and desire for feelings written in the heart. Even though it might have felt like

making love, it was nothing but having sex. I could enjoy it and lose myself in it while it lasted, but I had

to be careful not to get addicted to the way it made me feel.

"You should exercise more." Sariel chuckled right after sending me to my peak once more.

I panted heavily, wondering how badly unfair it was that he didn't seem tired in the slightest, whereas I

was about to faint from exhaustion.

"You are aware that I am a human, right?" I pouted.

"Well, now you'll have to take better care of yourself." He smirked and pulled me closer and whispered,

"I have a feeling that my appetite for you will only grow."

I fought myself not to smile, but my stupid heart was moved every time I heard him say how badly he

wanted me.

"You are an idiot, Lilith! It is your blood that he wants, not you! You are nothing but a blood bag to him!"

My rationality worked hard to constantly give my fluttering heart a cold shower.

The truth was, I didn't feel that Sariel's mark made me any different. Certainly, the physical side of our

new form of relationship was out of this world… literally, but I didn't even know what to expect. I found

myself walking on eggshells while building another dam around my heart.

I thought that Sariel would be filled with regret after being forced to do something he didn't want to do,

but it didn't seem to be the case. He was lying next to me, embracing me like a newlywed, enjoying the

time we were spending alone in bed. I even started to think that perhaps the mark was never meant to

change me, but to change him instead. The problem was, he seemed to be the one feeling at ease

while I was getting more and more restless.

Maybe I was experiencing the kind of uncertainty a teenage girl feels after giving herself to her first

love. I felt kind of like in the song "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow", except for the fact that it wasn't

about losing my virginity, and Sariel didn't love me, and I wasn't expecting him to love me… I really

wasn't! Fine, it was time to face the reality: my situation was getting even more complicated than it had

already been.

Suddenly, I saw some kind of little red light flashing on Sariel's desk. It looked like an alarm. Sariel saw

it too, and once he did, he growled, making an annoyed grimace.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Honeymoon's over, love." He chuckled, "Will came to check on both of us. He'll come up here any

minute now."

He got up from bed and walked to the closet to grab something to wear. I lied in bed for a few more

seconds, still in a daze after Sariel called me "love".

"No matter how much I would love you to stay naked, I don't want anyone else to see you like this." He

smirked.

I glared at him, wrapping myself in sheets.

"Well, it would be easier if I had anything to wear. As I recall, a certain someone tore the dress I was

wearing last night." I clicked my tongue.

"I'm sure you'll find something else to wear in Dominique's closet." He chuckled wickedly.

I scowled at him, tip-toeing towards my bedroom while being wrapped in sheets. He burst out laughing

as I was walking out of his room, which annoyed me even more.

I tried to find something to wear quickly, but my choices were between bad and worse. Feeling my

irritation grow, I grabbed a shallow neckline black dress with a slit almost reaching my hip. In any other

situation, I would call this dress "sexy as hell" but compared to the rest of the clothes in Dominique's

closet, this one was modest. I grabbed the same kind of modest pair of Manolo Blahnik heels and

marched back to Sariel's chamber.

Will was already there. Sariel was sitting on the bed, and Will was next to him, collecting Sariel's blood

for tests. The second I entered the room, their eyes landed on me and my dress. Sariel tested his jaw

while widening his eyes. I didn't think he liked my choice of clothing. Unluckily for him, I certainly

enjoyed him being a little jealous. I blinked innocently at him, then grinned at Will.

"Lovely to see you all well, Lilith." He grinned back at me, putting the test tube with Sariel's blood into

his medical briefcase.

"Good to see you too, Will," I smirked, sitting in the chair opposite the bed, crossing my legs.

Sariel's pupils glowed red as the slit uncovered my thigh. I could literally see him boiling inside. Will

followed his sight to my leg and chuckled.

"Now this is fun!" Will called out, clapping his hands, "I feel a little better seeing Sariel jealous." He

giggled.

Sariel sighed heavily while glaring at Will, then he looked me up and down.

"Couldn't you wear anything else?" he asked, gritting his teeth.

"Of course," I stated, locking my eyes on him, "I could wear a latex bra and shorts or a lace dress. You

should have checked your sister's closet before making fun of me."

He roared and threw a blanket at me that landed perfectly on my lap. Will watched the whole scene

with an excited child's expression. I think he was only missing popcorn.

"Could you at least pretend that you aren't delighted with the mark's side-effects on me?" Sariel hissed

at Will.

"Well, it is only fair for the strongest vampire in the world to have one little flaw," Will smirked.

"The strongest vampire?" I questioned, laughing nervously.

Will gave Sariel a meaningful gaze. Sariel sighed.

"Tell her. You promised to tell her anyway, didn't you?" he said.

Will smiled nervously at me and took a deep breath.

"I tested your blood, Lilith…" he started hesitantly, "It looks like your blood is not only valuable to

werewolves; it's precious to vampires as well. If a commoner drained you of blood, he could even

become human again, and it can make nobles incredibly powerful. Since Sariel just claimed you as

his… he might become the most powerful creature on this planet."

I gulped.