Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Daze

Sylas was in a complete daze.

It was easy to forget the caliber of woman Cassarae was, especially for Sylas. But these

memories made his mouth dry and his body began reacting in ways he had forgotten it could act in.

He had left his teenage angst years far behind and was a grown man. But the emotions were so intense it was like he was put right back in that moment.

His mind shook and seemed to overheat.

He burst out of his state of meditation again, gasping for breath. He breathed in deeply, trying to regain control of himself, but his body wouldn't listen to him.

Looking down, he found something quite unsightly down below. He shook his head and thanked something unknown for the fact he had chilled his cell to such a degree before he entered another state of meditation, or else who knew how hot it would have gotten?

Sylas pressed his palms to his forehead. From the outside looking in, others must have thought that this seclusion was getting to him, but only he knew that he felt like he was losing his mind for an entirely different reason.

Emotions he thought he had forgotten came bubbling back up. Humiliation... trepidation... possessiveness.

It was the last one that really shook him to his very core.

He remembered that day well although he had somehow hypnotized himself into forgetting. She told him that there was a surprise, and knowing Cassarae, he thought that it was some sort of prank. But he didn't expect her to come out of her bedroom wearing that.

He remembered every little detail. The blush that covered her from head to toe, the rare nervous smile on her face, he could even recall exactly how fast her heart was beating at the time. Its movement had been so rapid that he could see it through the slight sheen of sweat on her collarbone. And...

He also remembered his exact thoughts at that moment.

'She's mine.'

An almost violent glint and savage greed flickered in Sylas' eyes. It came with an almost primal desire for conquering, buffeted only by his greed to devour and consume.

It was as though society had dulled his blade and all of a sudden, on that day, it became unprecedentedly sharp. He didn't care about anything other than pressing this beautiful woman beneath him until she couldn't take it anymore.

He remembered being shocked by his own thoughts, so lost in their world, so focused on trying to figure out where the hell they had come from, that he had forgotten entirely about the woman beneath him.

He had flung her onto the bed and pressed her beneath him. He remembered the look in her eye, there was a bit of shock, a bit of fear, and a bit of anticipation and attraction. It was as though she had seen a side of him just now that she hadn't seen before... a side she kind of liked.

But he couldn't feel that way at all.

He was someone who always followed the rules, always did the right thing even if it wasn't something that he wanted to do. But in this case, he couldn't seem to leap over that hurdle. _{freёwebnovel.com}