Gloom

Chapter 259

He pulled away from me abruptly, leaving my neck wet and my skin tingling.

I forced myself to focus on the demon, even though I could actually see very little of it. His warm breath and mine mixed. In the grayish hue of his eyes there was a dark and unknown gleam, one that I was not able to recognize. The gray amalgam in his pupils seemed to stir—or perhaps I was already beginning to hallucinate—but they gave the illusion of moving in their own orbs. The dance of the different shades of their irises reminded me of the way the flames of the fire moved, like once when I stared at the center of the bonfire during a starry night on the beach, a day when my family and I went camping.

But this fire was different, because it was silver and did not come from a simple bonfire, but from Hell itself.

At that moment his hands, which were on my back, crawled towards the front of my torso, along my hips, and slowly ascended until they settled on my breasts.

My heart stopped automatically.

Fear felt