Bound to the vampire I must kill-Chapter 52: I’m not done with you(R18+)Skip if you want

Chapter 52

The silence that followed wasn’t really silence at all.

It was heavy breathing. Racing hearts. The sound of skin against skin as Rhydian gently brushed the hair from Seraphina’s damp face, his lips ghosting across her cheek. He didn’t move off her immediately—he couldn’t. He was still inside her, still twitching with aftershocks, like her body refused to let him go, and his own was too greedy to pull away.

"Fuck," he whispered, still breathless. "I never want to stop."

Seraphina blinked up at him, dazed, her body a puddle of heat and ache and satisfaction. Her limbs felt boneless beneath him, every nerve still buzzing. She could barely speak, but the look in her eyes said enough—she didn’t want him to stop either.

He nuzzled her throat, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin there, and she felt it—the shift. From ravenous lust to something quieter, deeper. Protective. Possessive.

"I need to clean you up, love," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly against her ear. "You’re shaking."

She was. God, she was. But not just from exhaustion.

From everything.

Before she could protest, Rhydian slid out of her carefully, earning a soft, involuntary whimper from her lips. He kissed it away. Then he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her like she weighed nothing. She gasped, her body still sore, still tender, but his touch was gentle—reverent.

He carried her to the warm bath pool just beyond the silk curtains of the chamber, the steam curling up like whispers of temptation. His arms stayed locked around her the entire way, and when he stepped into the water with her still cradled in his embrace, Seraphina felt the heat soak into her skin—and it wasn’t just from the water.

It was from him.

He settled them into the pool, positioning her so she was resting against his chest, her back to him, his arms banded around her middle. The water lapped over their skin, the glow from the nearby lanterns casting flickering gold over his chest and her flushed skin.

But even now, his body didn’t settle.

She could feel it—the way he throbbed hard and hot against her lower back, his need still alive and wild. His breath tickled her ear. He was trying to calm himself. Trying not to take her again.

Seraphina shifted slightly in his lap, and his body tensed.

"Don’t," he warned, his voice strained. "Unless you want me to lose my fucking mind."

She smirked, just a little, even though her cheeks burned. "Maybe I do."

Rhydian groaned, deep and low, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "God, Seraphina... you have no idea what you make me feel."

He turned her carefully in his arms until she was straddling him. His hands slid over her hips, thumbs stroking her thighs, holding her in place without forcing. She could feel how hard he was—still. The heat between her legs pulsed in response, her body aching to take him again despite how wrecked she already felt.

His hand tilted her chin up, eyes dark and intense. "You’re everything," he whispered. "And it’s not just about this... not just about the way you feel wrapped around me—though that drives me insane. It’s you. It’s your fucking soul, Seraphina. I want to taste every part of it."

She gasped softly, her heart thudding loud in her chest as he leaned in.

And when he kissed her, it was different.

It wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t rushed. It was slow, wet, deep—and it undid her in a way nothing else had. His tongue brushed against hers, gentle, coaxing, but the need behind it was volcanic. He kissed her like a starving man who just realized the meal he needed wasn’t food—it was her. All of her.

And still, he throbbed beneath her, impossibly hard.

"Rhydian," she whispered against his lips, her fingers curling into his wet hair. "I want you. Again."

He hissed through his teeth, his hands gripping her tighter. "Fuck, I’m trying to be good. You just came, love. I don’t want to push you too far."

"I’m not breakable," she said breathlessly. "And even if I was... I’d still want you."

That shattered him.

With a low groan, he lifted her slightly, his hands sliding under the water to guide himself against her entrance. She was still slick, still trembling, but when he pushed into her again, they both moaned—because she took him, inch by thick inch, like her body had never let go.

"Holy fuck," he choked. "You’re still so damn tight. So fucking wet my love."

She clung to him, her arms around his neck, her thighs trembling as she took him to the hilt, her core fluttering around him like she was just as desperate as before.

He held her still for a moment, his forehead pressed to hers. "You feel like heaven," he whispered. "And I swear, Seraphina... I’ll never get enough."

She rocked her hips against him, and he cursed, the water sloshing around them as he began to move—slow, deep thrusts that had her whimpering, clinging to him with everything she had.

It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t frantic.

It was intimate.

Every grind of his hips pulled a new sound from her throat. Every flick of his tongue against her neck made her shudder. And with each thrust, he whispered things into her ear—dirty things, sweet things, true things.

"You’re mine."

"I dream of this every fucking night."

"I’ll never stop wanting you."

Seraphina’s nails dug into his shoulders. Her breath was ragged. The water did nothing to dull the intensity—it only made their movements slicker, the sensations hotter. His fingers found her clit under the water, circling gently, and she gasped, her body tightening around him.

He hissed, barely holding on. "You gonna come for me again, love? Let me feel you fall apart on my cock?"

She cried out, head falling back. "Yes—yes, Rhydian, please—I can’t—"

And that was all it took.

He thrust up, hard, deep, again and again, until she shattered with a cry, her orgasm tearing through her in waves. Her body clenched around him so tightly he nearly lost it then and there.

"Seraphina—fuck—!" he groaned, and then he was coming too, spilling inside her, his hips grinding as he rode out every last pulse. His hands held her close, his mouth crushed to her shoulder, his body shuddering with release.

They collapsed together, still in the water, wrapped around each other like they’d never untangle.

And maybe they wouldn’t.

Because this wasn’t just about sex. This was Obsession. Possession. A fire that wouldn’t burn out.

Even as his body softened, Rhydian kissed her temple and whispered, "I’m not done with you, love. Not tonight. Not ever."

And Seraphina, still trembling in his arms, whispered back the only truth she knew.

"Then don’t stop."