Bound to the vampire I must kill-Chapter 43: Feel what you do to me

Chapter 43

Herbreath came hard and fast as she pulled away from his hold, chest heaving. Every inch of her burned—her skin, her blood, the place between her thighs that ached with frustration. But she needed distance. Needed to breathe before she did something reckless.

Rhydian wasn’t faring any better. His jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling as if he was battling every instinct screaming at him to grab her, to shove her against the edge of the bath and take what they both wanted.

His fingers still tingled from the feel of her waist, the way her body had pressed into his. His muscles locked, his restraint hanging by a damn thread.

"We should get out," he forced out. His voice came rough, almost pained, because the last thing he wanted was to stop.

Seraphina nodded, but when she moved, her body betrayed her.

The warm water lapped around her, teasing, dragging over her hypersensitive skin like a whisper of his hands. Her soaked clothes clung, the fabric rubbing against her stiffened peaks, her thighs pressing together as heat coiled in her belly.

And then—without warning.

Rhydian’s arms wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly.

She sucked in a sharp breath as her body molded against his. And she felt him. All of him.

Thick. Heavy. Hard as steel against her stomach.

A choked gasp left her lips.

Rhydian stilled, his grip on her tightening, his restraint hanging by a thread.

"Seraphina," he ground out, his voice wrecked with need.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. She should push him away. Should put distance between them before she lost every ounce of reason.

But her body wasn’t listening.

Her nipples ached beneath the wet fabric, her core clenched with frustration, and the solid length pressed against her was only making it worse.

Every step he took while carrying her out of the water made her feel the hard length of him rubbing against her, sending sharp jolts of heat straight to her core. His grip on her waist was firm, his fingers pressing into her skin, and the way their soaked bodies slid against each other only made it worse. She could feel everything—his strength, his heat, the raw desire radiating off him. And it was driving her insane.

By the time he set her down, her legs were weak.

And then she saw his face.

Dark. Hungry. Barely holding himself back.

But that wasn’t all she saw.

The moment her gaze dropped lower, heat flooded her cheeks.

His soaked pants left nothing to the imagination.

Nothing.

He was massive, straining against the wet fabric, the outline so clear it sent a sharp pulse of heat straight to her core.

She tore her gaze away, but it was too late.

Rhydian saw.

A slow, wicked smirk tugged at his lips. "Why look away? I’m all yours, Seraphina. I’m your husband."

His voice was dark, teasing—but beneath it was raw hunger, thick with possession.

Seraphina clenched her jaw, forcing herself to ignore the way his words sent heat pooling low in her stomach. "Shut up," she snapped, turning away.

She barely took a step before his hand shot out, catching her wrist.

Her breath hitched.

He yanked her back—hard.

She collided with his chest, and damn it, she felt everything. His muscles, solid and tempting. His hard length, thick and rigid against her stomach.

A soft moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

Rhydian chuckled, low and dangerous. His fingers traced the inside of her wrist, slow, lazy, savoring the way her pulse pounded beneath his touch.

"You sure you want me to shut up?" he murmured, his voice a deep rasp. His lips hovered over the shell of her ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers racing down her spine. "Because I think you like hearing exactly what I want to do to you."

Her stomach clenched. Her thighs pressed together on instinct.

What the hell was this! This strong urge and discomfort she kept feeling between her thighs.

Her fingers curled against his chest, nails digging into the slick skin. She wanted to push him away, but her body refused to obey.

His hand slid lower, gripping her waist, pulling her tighter against him. "Feel that?" His bulge pressed harder against her stomach, undeniable, scorching. "That’s what you do to me."

She sucked in a breath, her entire body trembling.

Rhydian smirked. "I could take you right here, right now," he whispered, his voice rough, his grip firm. "You’d love it."

Her eyes snapped up, fire flashing in them. "let go!"

His chuckle was pure sin. "You sure?"

Before she could react, his fingers slid towards the sensitive spot between her thighs, grazing her clit then slowly teasing.

Seraphina’s breath hitched, the brief feeling of pleasure forcing out a moan from her. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Shit, why the hell did that feel so damn good, she didn’t want him to stop.

Rhydian groaned, his restraint snapping thread by thread. His free hand cupped the back of her neck, tilting her face up. "Say the word, Seraphina," he rasped. "And I’ll ruin you."

Her knees wobbled. Her breaths came in quick, uneven gasps. She wanted him. Badly.

But giving in? Letting him win?

Not happening.

Summoning the last shred of control she had left, she shoved at his chest—not hard, not enough to make him move, but enough to break free.

His eyes darkened. His jaw tensed.

A slow, dark smile curled his lips. "Fine," he said, his voice hoarse. "Go change before I pin you against that wall and make you beg."

Her breath stuttered.

Without another word, she grabbed a dry robe and disappeared behind the privacy screen. Her hands trembled as she peeled off her wet clothes, her entire body still burning.

Not from the bath.

Because she could still feel him.

And Rhydian—

He stood there, jaw clenched, breathing hard.

His cock throbbed, painfully stiff against the damp fabric of his pants. Stripping off his wet clothes did nothing to ease it. This was pure torture.

Fucking hell.

This woman was going to destroy him.

And the worst part?

He wanted her to.