100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Day Seventy-One…

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Nathan had no intention of letting Jane slip away if she remained unwilling to accept his proposal. His determination ran deep, and he was prepared to take drastic measures if necessary. The thought of losing her was inconceivable, particularly now that the resentment and animosity that once festered between them had dissipated.

The bond that had developed between them, forged through their pasts and shared experiences, had transformed his feelings. His hatred had given way to a profound sense of care and protectiveness. He couldn't bear the idea of losing Jane.

So, with unwavering determination, Nathan resolved that if persuasion failed, he would take whatever actions were required to ensure her safety. It was a testament to the profound change in his heart, a testament to the depth of his newfound feelings for her.

However, Jane could no longer stand this. She felt compelled to speak out, her expression a mix of annoyance and exasperation.  "I don't have illness. I'm not going to die as long as you will like me!" 

Nathan: "..."

Nathan, momentarily taken aback by her unexpected declaration, blinked in amusement. Her last statement had caught him off guard, and he found himself torn between amusement and confusion. He wasn't quite sure how to react.

Jane, on the other hand, couldn't believe what had just slipped from her lips. She berated herself inwardly, frustration evident as she lightly smacked her forehead. 'Damn! What did I just say?'

"I didn't mean it." Jane hurriedly retracted her statement, her tone shifting to an innocent one. 

Jane abruptly pushed herself up from her seat, planning to flee. She took a tentative step, intending to distance herself from Nathan's presence. Yet, just as she was on the verge of making her escape, his strong grip closed around her arm, effectively anchoring her in place.

Her movements stilled, and she turned her gaze toward him, a mixture of surprise and hesitation in her eyes. The physical contact sent a jolt through her, an unexpected connection that held her rooted to the spot. The unspoken tension between them hung heavy in the air, leaving their next actions hanging in the balance, a complex interplay of feelings and desires.

"Do you still desire my affection?" Nathan inquired, his voice steady but tinged with uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Jane found herself caught in his penetrating gaze. His gaze, unwavering and intense, bore into her with a depth that left Jane feeling nervous and uneasy. Her heart started running wild once again as his question lingered, waiting for her response.

Nathan tried his best to conceal the mischievous grin that was on the verge of breaking free from the corners of his lips. He hoped Jane would take her words back when she said she no longer wanted him in her life.

As she made an effort to maintain her composure, Jane broke her silence and said, "We are here to talk about important things. Don't play around with me, Nate." If he continued acting like this, she was afraid that her heart would finally give in to him.

"What are you going to do now? Will you tell Ethan about his mother's whereabouts?" Jane would like to evade Nathan's question so she brought up Monica, including Ethan. This was her way of diverting Nathan's attention.

"She abandoned us… even Ethan,"  Nathan responded, his face contorted with seriousness. 

He continued, his tone unwavering, "There's no need for Ethan to be burdened with the knowledge that Monica is still alive. It appears she has moved on, finding happiness with her fiancé." As he spoke, Nathan's face remained locked in a stern expression, his determination clear.

"Are you sure about that?" Jane asked him again.

Nathan nodded solemnly, his commitment to protecting Ethan evident in every line of his face. "Ethan is my son," he affirmed, his voice tinged with fatherly devotion. "I want to shield him from the pain of knowing that his own mother abandoned him for the sake of another man. His heart would shatter if he were to discover the truth. It's a lesson I've learned the hard way."

The realization of his father's warnings came crashing down upon him, and Nathan's voice carried a note of regret. "Now, I understand my father. I should have heeded his advice and I should have listened to Kathleen. The rumors were true—Monica had an affair," he admitted, this acceptance weighed down with the bitter taste of betrayal.

Jane was at a loss for words. She was still overwhelmed by Nathan's acceptance and realization. It seemed that his once intense resentment had shifted its focus, now directed to Monica. As Jane absorbed the significance of this shift, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and gratitude. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

"By the way, stop evading my question," he urged, his voice steady and filled with purpose. Nathan wasn't about to let the question linger unanswered. He took a step closer to Jane, his eyes unwavering as he captured her shoulders with a gentle but firm grip.

"I'll ask you once more, and I need an honest answer…" he paused, and with a deliberate motion, he turned her body to face him directly, his intent clear. He wanted her to meet his gaze. "Do you still crave my affection?"

Jane pursed her lips and squinted her eyes at him. She couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed with herself for the way her heart seemed to race in response to his presence. It was as though his mere existence had the power to disrupt the carefully constructed walls she had built around her emotions. 

An inner dialogue raged within her as she silently chided herself. 'You're making this so much harder for me, Nathan Sparks!' Her thoughts carried a tinge of playful frustration, a recognition of the undeniable effect he had on her.

As their eyes locked in a charged standoff, Jane didn't shy away from the challenge. With a hint of defiance, she retorted, "What if I do? Are you willing to take responsibility for that?"

Hearing her words, Nathan's eyes danced with a sudden surge of delight, a spark of yearning that seemed to bridge the space between them. As if drawn by an irresistible force, he found himself unconsciously leaning closer to Jane, his heart pounding in his chest. The magnetic pull between them was undeniable, and in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

Their lips met with an almost instinctual urgency, a convergence of desire and emotion that neither of them could resist. Nathan was taken aback by the intensity of his own eagerness to kiss her, a realization that sent a thrill coursing through his veins. It was as if the floodgates had been opened, and he was no longer willing to restrain himself.

In that stolen moment, their kiss became a testament to the depth of their connection, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that had lingered between them. It was a moment of surrender, where the complexities of their past and the uncertainties of their future melted away, leaving only the profound intimacy of the present.

'Damn! I'm kissing him again! We are kissing each other again!' Jane's internal monologue screamed with self-awareness and a tinge of disbelief. Her mind seemed to echo with the weight of the moment, a moment she hadn't anticipated but had willingly surrendered to.

In that electrifying instance, her senses were consumed by the exquisite sensation of Nathan's lips against hers. The warmth of his touch, the taste of his kiss—it was as if their hidden feelings and undeniable chemistry had culminated in this intoxicating moment of vulnerability and desire.

Time seemed to blur as their kiss deepened, and Jane surrendered herself to the intoxicating embrace. In one swift move, Nathan's strong hands guided her, gently urging her to straddle him as he settled onto the sofa. Their connection remained unbroken, the fervent kiss they shared serving as a passionate bridge between them.

Jane felt the shift in their positions but couldn't find it within herself to break away from their fervent embrace and hungry kisses. Straddling Nathan, she yielded to the magnetic pull of their closeness, a tangible reminder of the undeniable attraction between them. 

They were supposed to talk but they ended up sealing each other's lips. The world around them seemed to fade into obscurity as they continued to explore the depths of their desire, their bodies entwined in a dance of strong desire and intimacy.

Their kiss, though passionate and all-consuming, eventually yielded to the need for a breath of fresh air. Nathan's lips parted from Jane's, leaving both of them gasping for much-needed oxygen. Jane, her chest heaving, fought to regain her composure as her senses whirled in the aftermath of their passion.

As she attempted to steady her breathing, a tantalizing shiver raced down her spine. She felt the exquisite sensation of Nathan's lips trailing from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake. It was a heady and intoxicating feeling, and it sent a rush of electricity coursing through her veins. She just found herself wanting for more as something moistened in the lower part of her body… in between her legs.

Jane's inner turmoil was evident in the soft lament that echoed in her thoughts. 'Gosh, it's so hard to control myself,' she mused, a mixture of desire and yearning coursing through her. She found herself succumbing to the tantalizing sensations that Nathan's lips were evoking as he trailed kisses along her neck.

In a subconscious response to her own desire and his seductive touch, Jane arched her back, tilting her head to the side, and granting Nathan's mouth even greater access to the sensitive parts of her neck. It was a surrender to the unbridled passion that coursed between them.

'Damn you, Nathan Sparks. Is this how you are going to take responsibility for my feelings? By getting intimate with me?'