Bound to the vampire I must kill-Chapter 50: You’re perfect

Chapter 50

Without thinking twice, she quickly moved and held his hand, stopping him. She didn’t know why her heart couldn’t bear letting him leave without clarifying things to him.

I don’t understand it," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I don’t understand what I feel when I’m around you." She sucked in a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling. "You drive me insane, Rhydian. You infuriate me. You make me want to scream, to run, to fight you at every turn. And yet—"

Her voice broke, and she hated the vulnerability that clawed at her throat, this was the first time she was doing something this insanely ridiculous, and yet, she didn’t hesitate to keep going.

"And yet, you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel alive, you’re the only one to ever protect me even when you knew I was perfectly capable of defending myself. You’re the only one to ever show fear of losing me."

Rhydian stiffen, his heart hammering in his chest as he stared at her wide eyed. What the hell was she saying? Did she, mean her words?

Seraphina clenched her fists. "I hate the way you get under my skin. I hate the way you make me feel things I have no right to feel. And I hate that no matter how much I push you away, I keep coming back." Her voice dropped lower. "I hate that I want you."

Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy.

Rhydian’s breathing had deepened, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her knees weak. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet—but it was laced with something dangerous.

"You think you’re the only one?"

Seraphina’s breath caught.

Rhydian took a slow step forward, closing the distance between them. "You think I don’t hate it just as much?" His fingers brushed her wrist, the contact searing against her skin. "That I don’t fight it every damn second?"

His touch sent a shudder through her, but she didn’t pull away. At this point, she was tired of resisting her own desires. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"You consume me, Seraphina," he murmured, his voice rough with restrained emotion. "You’re in my thoughts, in my blood. Every time you push me away, I want to pull you closer. Every time you shut me out, I want to break down your walls." His grip on her wrist tightened, just slightly. "I want to ruin you."

Her pulse thundered in her ears, and the next words that slipped through her lips surprised even her. "Then do it."

The air between them snapped like a live wire.

A low growl rumbled in Rhydian’s chest before his lips crashed against hers, fierce and demanding. Seraphina gasped, her fingers twisting into his shirt as he pulled her flush against him. Every suppressed emotion, every unspoken word ignited in that kiss, setting them ablaze.

Rhydian’s hands gripped her waist, sliding over the silk of her gown as he backed her against the wall. Seraphina didn’t resist. She didn’t think—she just felt. His warmth, his hunger, the sheer desperation in the way he kissed her like he was starved for her, and damn...his hard arousal pressing firm against her core.

She arched into him, a soft whimper escaping her lips as his hands roamed lower. He was everywhere, overwhelming her senses, and she never wanted it to stop.

"Seraphina," he rasped against her mouth, his forehead pressing against hers.

She looked up at him, her chest heaving. "Don’t stop."

His crimson eyes burned with heat before he captured her lips again, this time slower—deeper. His hands trembled against her skin, as if he was barely holding himself together. With the burning desire in him right now, if he lost control...he wasn’t sure how this would end.

Just when he decided to pull away before he lost control, he felt her hand wrap around his thick length. A low, guttural groan ripped from his throat as he tore his lips away from hers, eyes dark with a hunger he couldn’t suppress.

"Seraphina...you..." His voice was rough, breaking as he looked at her, the lust in his gaze barely contained.

"It’s huge," she whispered breathlessly, the words throwing him off balance.

"This is what you do to me," he rasped back, his hand grabbing hers, guiding it to stroke him. "Please, just—stroke it," he demanded, his voice tight, raw. The need in him was relentless, every part of him on fire. He could snap any second.

Seraphina’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming faster. Stroke it? She could do that? The thought alone sent a wave of heat between her legs, her body tightening with the pressure of something throbbing deep inside her. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to push back the ache that was building, but it was impossible to ignore.

Rhydian’s eyes tracked her every move, noticing the way she shifted, the way she struggled to hold herself together. She was just as desperate as he was. Was she ready? Was she even aware of what was about to happen? He wanted to take her, but he needed to be sure.

"Do you want this?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, but the tension between them was so thick, it was suffocating.

Seraphina’s breath caught in her throat, and for a split second, she froze. The moment was too much, too raw, but Rhydian’s gaze, heavy with desire, held her captive. She had never imagined herself in this position, had never felt so exposed, but something about him, about this moment, made her want it all—the danger, the need, the raw intensity.

Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and the shy vulnerability in her tone only seemed to fuel the fire between them. "I... I want to, Rhydian," she murmured as she looked at him, a mix of uncertainty and desire in her gaze. "I just... don’t know how."

Her fingers, trembling with uncertainty and need, slowly traced around his length. The sensation was soft, almost tentative, but it was enough. Rhydian’s eyes slammed shut, a low growl of pleasure ripping from his throat as his body jerked in response. His grip on her wrist tightened, pulling her hand away only for a moment before slamming it back down, guiding her more forcefully, And this time, with no clothes in-between.

"Fuck, Seraphina..." he groaned, his voice low and strained, filled with an intensity that matched the fire raging inside him. "You have no idea what you do to me..."

Her touch, so tentative, so sweet, was driving him wild—each soft stroke pushing him closer to the edge. His body was on fire, his control slipping. She was so innocent, so unsure, yet the way she responded to him, the way her touch ignited him, made him lose himself in a frenzy of need.

"Don’t stop," he growled, his voice desperate, raw. "I need you. Now."

Seraphina’s heart pounded in her chest. The way he spoke, the need in his voice—it drove her wild. Her fingers tightened around him, giving him another slow, deliberate stroke.

Her breath was shaky as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You want me, Rhydian?" she whispered, her voice low and tight with the same hunger. "Then take it."

Her hand moved again, faster this time, her grip firm as she felt his body tense under her touch. She wasn’t pulling back. If he wanted her, if he needed her this badly—then she was going to give him exactly what he wanted.

Her permission was all Rhydian had been waiting for. The moment it was given, all hell broke loose. In an instant, the silky dress she wore was ripped from her body, the fabric barely having time to register before it was torn apart. He didn’t give her a second to react before he shoved her onto the bed, his hands already on her, his gaze dark and hungry.

He looked down at her naked form, taking in every inch of her with a feverish intensity. Her body was exactly what he’d dreamed of—her curves, her slender waist, and the scent of her skin, driving him to the brink of madness.

His breath was heavy as he leaned in closer, taking in her scent, his lips brushing her skin. His hand roamed over her curves, every touch igniting something inside him. Seraphina shuddered beneath him, a soft moan slipping from her lips, and that sound was enough to make him even harder than he already was, the pressure inside him building painfully.

"You’re perfect," he breathed softly, his voice thick with hunger. Before she could even react, their lips collided again, hard and hungry.

Rhydian’s mouth moved down her neck, each kiss urgent, almost frantic. His hands were everywhere, gripping her body, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers. She gasped, her body jerking with each touch, every nerve in her body igniting under his hands. He could feel her pulse racing, the heat of her arousal pressing against him.

Her hands slid down his chest, desperate to touch him, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head. The sudden move made her hips buck instinctively, the pressure of his body pushing her further into the mattress. Her body throbbed with need, aching for more.