"You don't belong to this world, so I wonder, what are you looking for?" Gretel felt curious about Elion, about the interest he had shown in her when he healed her wounds. He was definitely different from the rest of the healers she had encountered.
For Gretel, that curiosity could have stayed just that, but right after deciding to drink until she dropped dead, Elion appeared at the bar with the very same intentions.
"I'm someone who enjoys danger." Elion whispered these words while drinking his tequila avidly.
"I doubt it. You're surely here for the money. Let me guess, a debt you can't pay, or is the healing business a family thing?" Gretel had drunk a lot; it wasn't common for her to talk so much with people.
The looks from the people nearby made those thoughts clear.
But Elion had had a difficult day, so he didn't care about it at all. In fact, he thought that if he played around for one day with what he did, it wouldn't change in the slightest the miserable situation he was in right now.
"I don't need money, and I don't have family. This time, I think you're mistaken." Elion said, slowly beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol in his body.
"You talk as if you knew me…" Gretel stared at Elion for a few seconds before ordering another drink. But Elion, anticipating her, slid a shot of tequila toward her.
"You must be a woman who doesn't make mistakes because of the job you have." Elion said, then whispered, "Am I wrong?"
The difference in the guesses they made was clear: Gretel sought to confirm what she was looking for in this place, and Elion began to flatter her intelligently.
"You're right."
The noise of the music made it difficult to keep talking, so Gretel asked him, "Shall we go somewhere quiet?"
Elion, holding his head, said, "Yeah, damn it. Don't you have something strong for a headache?"
"A drug?"
"Not that strong. I just want the pain to go away." Elion said as he poured himself another drink.
"Take this." Gretel pulled out a pink pill, and Elion took it without hesitation. Any medicine is a drug, with different functions of course, and what he needed now was something that would take all the pain away.
After taking it, Gretel dragged him toward the exit, and the more they walked, the lighter he felt. And without realizing it, he was in a huge room with beautiful views of the city.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Gretel asked while holding Elion's neck with both hands.
"I've always been attracted to dangerous women." Elion, without a trace of fear, began kissing Gretel's beautiful neck as if there were no tomorrow.
Then he lowered Gretel's slender body and began kissing her abdomen. In just a few minutes, several pieces of clothing had fallen from their bodies.
When Elion's tongue brushed over her skin, Gretel opened her eyes in surprise. Warm lips traced her soft skin. A shiver ran through her body as she felt that new sensation. But suddenly, those lips reached her chest and a delicate moan escaped her mouth.
"Ah…"
Seeing Elion enter a frenzy as if he were a completely different person, Gretel's mind thrilled. "You won't regret this?"
"Never…"
With his hand, Elion caressed Gretel's back, which was paralyzed by the new sensations and emotions she was experiencing. His damp breath gave her goosebumps.
Rubbing his chin against her soft skin, Elion slid his hand beneath the garment that covered Gretel's waist.
She trembled restlessly; her hands and lips quivered. She had never imagined that a man's hand would venture into this part of her body.
"You drive me crazy…"
On the bed, Gretel's legs tensed, but not enough to push Elion away; she didn't want this sensation to leave just yet.
Gretel thought that perhaps she would never find someone with whom to share her time besides her brother, who only talked about missions and assassinations. Beyond work, there was no life for her.
But now she was here, with a healer, giving her body and soul as if they had known each other for years. She couldn't believe it.
"They're going to hear us… No…" Gretel grabbed Elion's broad shoulders as if to push him away.
But now it was Elion's turn to shudder and tremble. Gretel's hands slid unconsciously over his broad shoulders and muscles; that feminine sensation was driving him crazy.
Gretel's lips moved slowly while her delicate moans filled the room.
But immediately after, a rough kiss sealed her erotic sounds.
Elion's saliva carried traces of his blood, which made Gretel's eyes shine with even more emotion.
She, flooded by passion and the taste of Elion's blood, soon found herself without a single garment on her body. Feeling so exposed, Gretel wanted to try again to push Elion away to take control, but a deeper kiss completely sealed the words she didn't want to say.
"Damn it…"
Gretel let out curses and moans. She only gasped for air like a fish out of water.
A man she was curious about was invading parts of her body and giving them electric sensations she didn't know existed.
That hand that had reached her most intimate place soon began to give her a delicious sensation; she was captivated and unconsciously asked for more.
"Healer, when did you become so dominant?"
"Just today…" Elion murmured, letting himself be carried away by the captivating sounds he couldn't stop hearing.
"Ah… Oh…"
This time Gretel took the initiative and grabbed Elion's messy hair while looking him in the eyes. She had a captivating aura surrounding her. When she became more aggressive, she thought to herself, "What's happening to me?"
"Gretel, won't your brother kill me?" After what felt like a lifetime, Elion asked Gretel openly, not through body language.
"And you ask me that right now? If you don't eat me today, I'll kill you." Gretel didn't say it seriously, but she expressed in her own way what she felt—that she didn't want Elion to stop.
Gretel sank into the bed, trying to catch her breath. Her body had been so tense that, with little strength left and a burning desire running through her, she didn't want to stop right now.
In the end, Elion undressed completely and wrapped an arm around Gretel's waist, lifting her very slightly.
Their warm bodies touched. Only then did Gretel realize that their bodies were soaked in sweat. She could feel Elion's muscles, and her hands slid over the back and chest of the man who had taken the initiative to devour her.
"You're incredible…" Elion's voice had grown so hoarse it was hard to even understand his words. His lips brushed Gretel's ear, sending shivers down her spine. Clinging to those enormous shoulders, her legs parted without thinking.
Elion, bewildered, did what he most wanted to do.
"Ah…"
Gretel felt no pain at all; on the contrary, a sensation of ecstasy completely invaded her body, giving her a very deep intensity.
She was deeply in love with that sensation, and she lightly bit Elion's chest, and the blood that had so intoxicated her didn't let her notice anything else.
Both pressed their bodies together, giving each other warmth and melting into that new sensation. At this point, Elion's eyes had also turned red as he felt the connection of sensations satisfying his body.
"More…"
That faint whisper from Gretel made Elion burn with heat; his hands held her hips and his movements became increasingly intense.
…
Not knowing how much time had passed after that passionate night, Elion suddenly opened his eyes.
"Shit…"