The inheritance (English version)

The inheritance

"N...No."

Felix strode toward her with purposeful steps, his gaze locking onto Y/N so intensely that she instinctively held her breath. Without hesitation, he gently lifted her chin with two fingers—his touch soft, yet commanding, as if erasing every doubt from her mind.

"Good," he murmured, his voice deep and rough. "Then I hope this isn't a mistake."

He lowered his head—and kissed her.

At first, it was barely a whisper of a kiss, more promise than action. But Y/N's whole body trembled. His lips were both soft and demanding, and when she pulled him closer, burying her fingers in his hair, everything shifted. The kiss deepened, warmed, grew hungrier.

Felix let out a low moan against her lips, as if he'd been waiting for exactly this moment. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her hard against him. Their bodies molded together—no space remained. She felt his heat, his heartbeat; she even sensed his desire as her pelvis pressed into his.

A quiet gasp escaped her, but instead of pulling away, she leaned in. Her fingers dug into his neck, her tongue played provocatively with his. When he pressed her against the wall, it only felt more—right. Forbidden. Irresistible.

His kisses became wilder. His hands traced her hips, drifted over the thin fabric of her sleep shirt—touching skin. She breathed rapidly, a shiver racing across her body as his fingers slipped beneath her shirt.

Then, just as suddenly, he pulled back—heavy breaths, forehead resting against hers, eyes dark, filled with emotion.

"If I don't stop now..." he whispered hoarsely.

Her body still thrumming, Y/N nodded. "I know."

They stood thus for a long moment—pressed together, swaying between heat and restraint.

"Good night," she finally whispered, her voice thick with feeling.

Felix brushed a kiss across her forehead. "Good night, mon ange."

Slowly, she unwound from his embrace and walked back to her room—still dazed. Her fingers pressed against her swollen lips, her mind replaying everything. *He kissed me. He really kissed me.* And that kiss... it was everything.

Then panic flared: *What if I ever tasted bad? Or I was a terrible kisser?*
She shook her head—nonsense. She'd practiced enough—with her teddy, no less.

*Okay. Now forget it, Y/N. Too embarrassing.*

She collapsed into bed and drifted off with a nervous, dreamy grin.

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**The next morning**, Y/N woke far earlier than usual—even before Lian. The memory of last night still buzzed through her. Felix's lips, his touch, his voice... it was intoxicating and real all at once.

Rubbing her eyes, she got up to go to the bathroom—but stopped when she spotted an envelope, neatly placed outside their door, addressed in elegant handwriting:

To: Ms. Y/n,

Her fingers trembled as she opened it.

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Dear Ms. Y/n,

His Royal Majesty, King Song-Khan, requests your presence this Friday at 2:00 PM.
A carriage will be waiting at the Vampire Academy at 1:00 PM.

Sincerely,
Mr. Kang, Royal Scribe

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Her heart skipped. That letter was sent a week ago.
*Today* was Friday.
*Today!*