Bound to the vampire I must kill-Chapter 59: You’re safe(R18+) skip if you want.

Chapter 59

Warning: This Chapter contains explicit content. Read at your own risk.(There won’t be any more of this for a while, so enjoy.)

Seraphina’s heart thrashed against her ribs, a wild rhythm of nerves and desire. It was almost noon, and the air was cool against her skin, but heat licked beneath it, born of his gaze, of the slow way Rhydian looked at her like she was prey cornered with nowhere to run.

His eyes dipped to where her robe had fallen open, revealing the soft rise of her breasts. Then lower. His gaze scorched her skin.

"Look at you," he muttered, voice low, gravelly. "Trembling already—and I’ve barely touched you."

She wanted to snap back. Wanted to tell him to shut up. But when his hands found her waist, rough and sure, slipping beneath the silk and dragging it down like he was unwrapping a gift, the words died in her throat.

"We shouldn’t be doing this here," she whispered, breath catching. "Someone could—"

"No one will," he cut in, voice firm, dangerous. "They wouldn’t dare interrupt me. Not with you like this."

Her legs nearly gave out at the possessiveness in his tone.

God, this was insane.

She was Seraphina, an assassin....and of all, a princess.

And yet, the way he touched her like he had every right, made her want to forget every title she’d ever worn.

His lips brushed her shoulder, then lower, his stubble scraping across her skin as he backed her into the pillar. "I’ve thought about this," he said, breath hot against her collarbone. "Every time you talked back. Every time you looked at me like you hated me. I wondered how long I could hold back."

Her robe slipped fully off her shoulders, pooling around her waist. Her breath stuttered when his palm covered her breast, thumb dragging over her nipple until it hardened beneath his touch.

"Rhydian—"

He looked up at her, eyes dark and dangerous, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. "Tell me to stop."

Hell no she would never!

"So you want me to keep going huh," he murmured, sinking to his knees in one fluid motion.

She gasped, Panic fluttered in her chest. Her hands moved to stop him, but he caught them, placed them against the pillar behind her.

"Leave them there," he ordered. "I want to feel you shake."

Her robe slid further down as his fingers skimmed up her thighs—slow, deliberate—parting her legs without hesitation.

Cold air hit her heat, and her body jerked.

"Fuck..." His breath caught. "You’re soaked."

She flushed hot. Embarrassment and arousal clashed like lightning inside her. This felt so wrong and so right at the same time.

And then his mouth was on her sex.

The first flick of his tongue made her cry out, sharp and unfiltered. Her hips jolted forward, but his strong grip held her in place.

He didn’t tease.

He devoured.

His tongue dragged over her in long, filthy strokes, then circled her clit with slow, relentless precision. The sounds, wet, obscene, only made it worse.

Her thighs trembled.

Her fingers clawed the stone.

Her head dropped back, lips parted in a breathless moan. "Rhydian..."

He growled into her, and the vibration made her knees nearly buckle.

"Eyes on me," he said, pulling back just enough to speak, mouth glistening. "I want to see your face when you fall apart."

She blinked through the haze, locking eyes with him as he sucked her clit between his lips, hard, and two fingers slid into her without warning.

She gasped—loud and unrestrained.

The stretch stole her breath, especially when he began thrusting, deep and fast, curling them just right with every pass.

"You’re fucking perfect," he rasped. "Tight... hot... responsive." His thumb circled her clit as his fingers pistoned harder. "I could do this all day."

The heat coiled inside her, sharp and aching. Her body trembled, seconds from the edge—

And then he pulled away.

"Wha—Rhydian—!"

Her protest was a desperate gasp.

He stood in one smooth motion, turned her with practiced ease, pressing her front to the cold stone, lifting her ass with one firm hand.

"You’ll come," he growled, voice thick with restraint. "But you’ll do it around my cock."

His belt hit the ground.

She felt his fingers coat her entrance with slickness, then—

He slammed into her.

She screamed.

There was no gentleness, no easing in. Just hard, deep, raw possession. She felt every inch of him, every drag of his cock against her pulsing walls. And if she was dead serious, this was perfect,and she loved every second of it.

"God, Seraphina..." he groaned, hands gripping her hips like she might disappear. "You feel...fuck...like heaven and sin wrapped in one."

She could barely breathe. Her nails scratched the stone, her mind spinning as he fucked her, brutal and unrelenting. Every thrust drove her higher. Every filthy word from his lips sent her spiraling.

"You like being taken like this?" he panted against her ear. "Out here, where anyone could see? You like being mine?"

Her answer was a cry, half curse, half moan, as he reached around and rubbed her clit again, fast and tight.

"Come for me," he ordered, voice shaking with control. "my love."

She shattered.

Her body clenched around him, spasming in waves, her scream echoing into the air.

He cursed, slammed into her one final time, and came with a groan so deep it made her tremble again.

Her legs nearly gave out, but he quickly caught her and held her up as if she weighed nothing.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, just the sound of their breathing mingling in the cool air. His chest pressed against her back, skin to skin, heart to heart. She could still feel him inside her, twitching with the last aftershocks of release.

Then, slowly, he eased out of her.

She moaned.

"Too much?" he asked, voice low but no longer rough, gentle now, like the storm had passed.

She shook her head, even as her thighs trembled.

Rhydian turned her around, wrapped his arms around her, and tucked her against his chest. His hand slid up and down her back in soothing strokes.

"You’re shaking," he murmured against her hair.

"well, I wonder why," she muttered with sarcasm, her voice muffled against his skin.

He chuckled, a low, warm sound—and kissed her forehead. Then her cheek. Then the corner of her mouth.

"hope I didn’t hurt you?"

"No," she whispered. "You didn’t."

He exhaled, relieved, then reached down to gather her robe and helped her slip it back on. His hands moved with care now, adjusting the folds so she was covered properly, he couldn’t risk anyone else seeing any inch of her body.

Once she was dressed, he lifted her into his arms without warning. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"What are you doing?" she asked, startled.

"Carrying you back before your legs give out."

"I can walk."

"Can you?"

She didn’t respond—because she really wasn’t sure.

He smirked, started walking.

Wrapped in his arms, with the sun shining above them and the scent of him still on her skin, Seraphina let herself relax. Her head rested against his shoulder, and for once, she didn’t feel the need to pretend. Not with him.

"I meant what I said, you know," he murmured after a moment. "No one would dare come near when you’re with me. You’re safe."