Bound to the vampire I must kill-Chapter 51: Raw need(R18+) skip if you want

"Please... take me," Seraphina breathed, the words spilling out before she could stop them. Her voice was shaky, almost pleading. She had never known this kind of hunger—raw, desperate, almost unbearable. Her body trembled with it. The ache between her legs had turned into something maddening. She needed him like she needed air.

Rhydian stilled. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

His eyes locked on hers, wild, dark, and full of heat that nearly made her knees go weak. For a moment, he didn’t speak. He just stared, like he needed to memorize this version of her, undone, vulnerable, his.

Then his mouth curved into something dangerous. "My pleasure, love," he replied, his voice low, rough, and barely under control.

He gripped her waist and grounded his body against her’s, like he needed to feel every inch of her pressed to him or he’d lose his mind. The kiss that followed wasn’t careful. It wasn’t slow. It was full possession. His lips crushed hers, all tongue and heat and desperation. He kissed her like she was the only thing tethering him to reality—like he’d die if she pulled away.

When he finally tore himself back, his chest was heaving. His eyes were glazed with hunger. "Can you..." he swallowed, voice strained, "undress me?"

Her heart slammed against her ribs. She froze.

Rhydian leaned in, his lips brushing hers, his breath shaky. "Seraphina," he whispered, softer now, but no less intense. "I’ve been dreaming of your hands on me since the day we met. I need you to do this. Not just because I want you..." His voice cracked. "Because I need to feel wanted too. By you."

That hit her like a punch to the chest.

She’d never seen him like this—stripped of every mask, every wall. He wasn’t just asking for her body. He was asking for her trust. Her desire. Her choice.

Her fingers moved before she could overthink it. They went to the buttons of his shirt, trembling, clumsy, but determined.

He didn’t touch her. Didn’t guide her. He just remained there, his muscles tense, eyes locked on hers like she was the only thing that mattered. Every time her fingers brushed his skin, he shuddered, soft groans of pleasure slipping out. Every button undone seemed to steal more of his control.

"Fuck," he breathed when she reached the last one, his voice raw. "You’re gonna ruin me."

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and her hands stayed there—flat against his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat thundering beneath her palms.

He was shaking.

So was she.

Rhydian crushed his mouth to hers, damn, he couldn’t get enough of her taste, feeling her lips against his.

He groaned deep in his throat like he’d finally lost the battle with himself. His hands roamed over her, rough, eager, but never careless,he knew she was new to this, so he wanted to be gentle as possible.

His need was everywhere—in the way he grabbed her, in the way he kissed her like he was starving, in the way he held back just enough to make her feel every second of it.

"I’ve waited so fucking long," he gasped between kisses, "to have you like this. To feel you. To own this moment."

She moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back.

"I want you to break me," he said. "I want to lose myself in you. I don’t care if I never come back."

And right then, she knew—this wasn’t just lust. This was obsession. This was two people unraveling each other piece by piece, hungry and afraid and so stupidly in love they could barely breathe.

Slowly, Rhydian guided the tip of his length to her entrance, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His voice dropped to a rough whisper as his forehead pressed against hers.

"Are you ready for me, Seraphina?" he asked, Seraphina’s breath hitched. Her heart thundered in her chest, every nerve alive and waiting. She swallowed hard, her voice caught somewhere in her throat—but she noded, slowly, eyes locked on his. Vulnerable, brave, needing him more than she feared the unknown.

Rhydian didn’t speak again. He didn’t need to.

He pushed in—slowly, carefully—just the tip at first, and her body tensed, stretching around him. Her hands shot out, clutching the sheets, knuckles white. A gasp tore from her throat, sharp and uncontrollable. She’d never felt anything like this—so much, so full, so deep.

Every inch was a new shock to her system. Her thighs trembled as he kept going, inch by inch, her walls clenching around him involuntarily. Her breath came in short, desperate bursts.

"R-Rhydian—" she choked out, unsure if it was a plea for more or a desperate attempt to hold on.

He froze, gritting his teeth, his forehead pressing into her shoulder, jaw tight. "Fuck... you feel perfect, so wet for me love."

He was shaking just as much as she was, holding himself back with everything he had. Not wanting to hurt her. Not wanting to stop.

Seraphina whimpered, legs tightening around his waist. "Don’t stop," she breathed, voice cracked and raw. "Please... I want all of you."

Her words shattered him, sending a jolt of need straight to his core.

With a groan torn from his chest, Rhydian thrust forward, slow but relentless—burying himself to the hilt. Seraphina cried out, her body jerking as she struggled to take him all the way in. The stretch was so much—so full, so deep—it made her head spin, her back arching off the bed instinctively. It was a delicious pain, an overwhelming fullness that made her heart race.

She gasped, feeling like she was being torn apart and put back together at the same time. Too much. But it was everything.

Rhydian stilled above her, his body trembling, face buried in her neck, breaths ragged. "Shit..." he groaned, his voice hoarse, like he was fighting to hold on. "I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?" he had tried his best to be gentle, but it felt like he couldn’t control his body, the pleasure was so overwhelming, so insanely delicious, nothing like he had ever tasted.

But Seraphina didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want him to pull away. No, she needed him. Every inch of him. The sting, the burn—it was raw and intense, but there was something deeper, something that made her pulse throb with need.

She clung to him, nails biting into his back as she tilted her hips up to meet his. Her body welcomed him, adjusted, craving more. Her lips parted, breath shallow and desperate. "No... don’t stop, Rhydian," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I want all of it. I need you. Please."

The words—that plea—made him groan again, his control snapping.

He pulled back and thrust forward again, deeper this time, causing Seraphina to gasp, her eyes squeezing shut as the wave of pleasure hit her like a punch to the gut. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer.

Rhydian’s eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with something primal. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he rocked into her again, slower now but with more purpose.

Each movement was deliberate, but even that slow pace pushed them both to the edge of madness. Seraphina gasped, moaned, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure all the way through her body. She could feel every inch of him, the rhythm of their bodies moving in sync, the raw intensity of every motion. The way he filled her completely, making her feel like she was on the verge of breaking and being remade all at once.

He kissed her, messy, urgent, his lips crashing against hers as if he couldn’t get close enough. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned against her mouth, his voice thick with desire. "I’ve wanted this... wanted you... for so damn long."

The vulnerability in his voice broke her. This wasn’t just about pleasure—it was something deeper, something neither of them had ever allowed themselves to feel. This was connection. This was need. This was something far more than just lust.

His lips moved down her neck, leaving hot, fevered kisses as his hands roamed, touching, exploring every curve of her. Seraphina couldn’t stop herself from pulling him closer, from urging him to move faster, harder. Every inch of him inside her made her head spin, every pull of his hips making her pulse burn hotter.

"Rhydian," she gasped, her voice unraveling as her body swelled with need. "Rhydian... please..."

"Say it again," he begged, his voice strained, desperate. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. "Say my name, Seraphina. Please."

"Rhydian!" she cried out, the sound raw and needy, escaping her lips as her body tensed. It felt like fire coursing through her veins, too much to handle and yet she wanted more. Her body trembled under him, hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

The sound of her saying his name, her voice full of need and desire, pushed him past the point of no return. His control shattered, and with one last, brutal thrust, he drove into her, deep and fast, his body shaking as his release crashed over him. A guttural groan tore from his chest as he fell over the edge, his body rigid, his hips thrusting into her in deep, frenzied waves.

Seraphina followed him, her own orgasm ripping through her like a violent storm, tearing through her senses until she was nothing but heat and pleasure. Her walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper, dragging him with her.

He collapsed onto her, their bodies still trembling, both of them gasping for air as they lay tangled together, skin slick with sweat. They didn’t speak. There were no words. Just the overwhelming, raw feeling of everything.