Bound to the vampire I must kill-Chapter 44: Torture

Chapter 44

Seraphina stepped out moments later, dressed in new dry robes but wrecked.The heat in her body hadn’t faded. Not even a little.

And the moment her gaze landed on Rhydian—everything got worse. Because he was still bare.

Not just shirtless. Not just casually exposed.

But sprawled against the headboard, half-covered in nothing but a sheet that hung scandalously low on his hips.

His body was pure temptation—broad, carved, golden skin kissed by the dim light. Every muscle was defined, from the tight lines of his stomach to the powerful curve of his shoulders. A man built for destruction. A man built to ruin her.

Her fingers twitched.

She clenched them into fists and tore her eyes away, forcing herself to move.

The small table. The food. Focus.

She reached for a piece of fruit, gripping it too tightly, but her hands were trembling.

This was fine. This was nothing.

She wasn’t thinking about the way his lips had felt against hers. She wasn’t remembering how his hands had gripped her, like she was the only thing in the world keeping him tethered to sanity. She wasn’t imagining what it would feel like if she just—

"Put some clothes on," she finally muttered.

But there was silence, no reply from him.

Something cold slipped down her spine.

Rhydian never let a moment like that pass without a teasing remark. A smirk. A slow, lazy taunt to drive her insane.

But there was nothing. Was he angry?

Slowly, hesitantly, she turned back—

And her stomach plummeted.

Because Rhydian wasn’t smirking.

He wasn’t playing.

He was staring at her like he was at his breaking point.

His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. His jaw was tight, a muscle ticking at the edge. His breathing—deep, measured, strained.

Like it was taking everything in him not to move.

Not to pounce on her.

A shiver crawled over her skin, her pulse thundering beneath the surface.

"Rhydian—"

Suddenly, he stood up....and her heart almost jumped out of her chest when the sheet covering his lower body slowly slipped down to reveal his lower body...now he stood before her, completely naked.

Seraphina gasped, placing her palm over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. H

His raging rock hard length was in full view, no cloth covering it this time.

Her pulse spiked as he began to approach her. Slow. Controlled. But something about the way he moved—like a predator barely leashed—made her take a step back. This was her first, seeing a man completely unclothed standing before her, and it wasn’t just any man, it was Rhydian. And freaking hell....he was... breathtaking.

She stepped back not because she was afraid he’ll do something to her, but because she couldn’t trust herself not to resign to her desires and give in to him completely.

As he approached, she knew something was wrong with him, he looked wrecked,desperate..

He took another step forward. Closer.

Seraphina’s heart raced even faster. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

She should stop this. She should say something, move, do anything—

But it was too late, because he was already too close, she could literally feel the heat radiating from him. Rhydian reached for her waist, his fingers brushing over it slightly before pulling her closer to him. Not too close, but close enough for him to perceive her scent that sent his pulse racing once again.

she was burning, she felt hotter than never.

Her body reacted before her mind caught up, heat licking through her veins.

And then—she made the mistake of looking into his eyes.

Her stomach dropped.

Because there was nothing left in his eyes but hunger.

A hunger so raw, so aching, it made her legs go weak.

His hand flexed against her waist. His lips parted slightly, his breath uneven.

"Do you have any idea," he murmured, voice low, rough, wrecked, "what it feels like to want you this badly and be unable to do a damn thing about it?"

Seraphina sucked in a sharp breath.

Her mind went blank.

His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he leaned closer, his voice dropping even lower.

"It’s destroying me." A breath. "And I don’t even care."

A violent shudder tore through her.

Her hands, useless at her sides, found his chest.

She didn’t even realize she had moved until her fingers curled against his skin.

He was so hot. So solid.

Rhydian exhaled sharply, his entire body going rigid.

He was shaking.

Not from restraint.

From her.

From the fact that she had touched him. Held him. Kissed him—only to push him away.

And yet—despite every ounce of torment in his body—

He still hadn’t taken what he wanted.

Thgvge realization punched through her.

He wanted her—badly.

So badly it was wrecking him. Killing him.

And he was still waiting for her to be ready.

His forehead dropped against hers, his breath ragged.

"This is torture," he rasped.

Seraphina squeezed her eyes shut.

Her heart was hammering so hard she swore he could hear it.

She could feel everything.

His warmth. His breath. The tension snapping through his muscles.

She was drowning in it.

Her head tilted—just a fraction.

His nose brushed hers.

A sharp, wrecked sound left his throat. His grip faltered—

He was losing himself.

She almost gave in, she almost surrendered, she could feel the need to satisfy him, her body screamed at her to give him what she wanted, but...her heart still refused to succumb.

Quickly, she yanked herself back, pulling away from his hold.

The cold was instant.

Her breath was ragged. Her hands shook. She couldn’t even look at him.

Rhydian stood there, his hands clenched at his sides. His chest heaved. His expression—defeated.

She turned away and quickly limbed onto the bed.

Then she lay with her back to him, squeezing her eyes shut.

The silence was loud.

Then—

A rough, bitter laugh echoed in the room

"This nap is going to be hell." She heard him mutter.

Then, Rhydian exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw clenched so tight it ached as he forced himself to sit back.

He had never experienced something like this before. His entire body was on fire, muscles coiled so tight he felt like he might snap. His pulse pounded in his skull, but it was nothing compared to the relentless ache between his legs.

She had no idea.

No fucking clue what she was doing to him. How badly he needed to sink into her, to grip her hips and bury himself so deep she’d never doubt what she did to him.

And yet, she turned away.

Still, she lay there, tense, pretending to sleep, as if she weren’t just as affected.

Damn, he needed to stay away from her, he needed to, or he might go insane one day.