Bound to the vampire I must kill-Chapter 69: Tell me what you want

Chapter 69

Her breath hitched.

It didn’t hurt, not the way she thought it would. It was sharp, yes, but fleeting... replaced almost instantly by a spreading warmth that pooled beneath her skin like fire made liquid. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt. Not to pull him away...but to keep him close. To anchor herself through the rising wave that crashed into her.

His lips moved against her skin, slow and reverent, like a prayer whispered into her pulse.

She felt every pull, every tremor of restraint he fought to maintain. His body trembled—not from hunger, but from how hard he was trying not to lose himself. Not to hurt her. His hands clenched at her hips, holding her steady, yet so gentle she could hardly feel his grip. The robe she wore slipped down one shoulder as he leaned closer, and the cool air licked her bare skin, contrasting the heat that raged in her core.

She let out a sound, half gasp, half sigh...as her knees buckled slightly.

He caught her instantly, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other still at her jaw, guiding her gently but firmly backward until her back met the balcony wall. The stone was cold against her spine, but it didn’t matter. Not with the way his body pressed against hers, taut and shaking with restraint. She could feel him everywhere...his breath on her skin, his body pressed to hers, his hunger... shifting.

It wasn’t blood anymore.

Not entirely.

His fangs retracted, but his lips remained at her neck, lingering. He didn’t pull away...he nuzzled, a soft, desperate drag of his lips over the spot he’d bitten, like he couldn’t stand the thought of parting from her yet.

She was gasping now, fingers digging into his arms. Her skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She didn’t know what was happening to her, why her body was responding this way. She should’ve felt weak, drained, but instead, her blood surged with heat. Her thighs clenched on instinct.

"Rhydian," she whispered, her voice uneven.

He exhaled hard against her throat, then finally...finally lifted his head.

His eyes... they were crimson. Still glowing faintly, but now with something else entirely. Lust, Longing, Fear. It was all there, raw and unfiltered, written into every inch of him.

"I told you," he rasped, voice ragged, "I wouldn’t be able to stop."

His hand moved, slow, trailing down the side of her neck, then her shoulder, his fingers tracing where the robe had slipped down. His knuckles brushed the top of her chest and over her firm curves, and her breath caught again.

"But you did," she replied shakily. "You stopped."

"No, Seraphina." His forehead touched hers. "I didn’t want to stop."

His lips brushed hers, not kissing. Not yet. Just barely there. His breath mingled with hers, warm and shivering with want.

"I don’t just want your blood anymore." His voice was a whisper now. "I want you."

Something in her broke open at those words. Her hands slid up his chest slowly, curling into his shirt, pulling him closer, and her lips barely brushed his, once, twice—testing.

"I’m all yours." She whispered.

His lips crashed against her’s in a deep urgent kiss, but still slow enough to make her knees weak. He kissed her like he’d been starving for years and just found the only thing that could keep him alive. Their mouths moved in sync, slow and searching, but laced with hunger that built with every second.

Her fingers found his hair, soft and thick, and when she tugged slightly, he groaned low in his throat. The sound make her stomach flutter in ways that defied logic

He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her jaw, her throat, his hands gripping her hips tighter now, but still careful. Like she was both precious and dangerous all at once.

Her robe loosened further under his hands, slipping from her other shoulder.

And still, he hesitated.

His breathing was labored, his chest heaving. "Tell me to stop, you...you need to recover." he whispered, voice cracking with restraint. Fuck, all he could think about was devouring her whole, but something in him was holding him back, begging him to stop. She had just barely survived poison, and he had also just drank from her blood, intimacy was the last thing she needed right now, but...his body refused to listen to his mind.

"I won’t," she breathed. Her hands slid beneath his shirt now, fingers brushing his skin. "I don’t want you to."

Damn this woman, she didn’t know what she was asking for. She really didn’t understand that the hunger he felt now was completely different from all the other times. This one was raw, unfiltered, like a beast about to be unleashed. But even knowing that, he didn’t pull away.

Rhydian’s grip on her tightened as he kissed her again, this time with a ferocity that left her breathless. His hands moved with precision, shifting the fabric of her robe, pushing it further down her body until it pooled around her waist. His skin was hot against hers, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

She could feel the hardened length of him pressing against her thigh, the need between them growing more urgent with every passing second. His lips traveled down her neck, sucking at the soft skin just beneath her ear. Her head tilted back instinctively, offering him more access, and he took it, his mouth marking her skin in deep, possessive kisses.

Her fingers scrambled to pull at his shirt, wanting to feel more of him—his skin, his heat—anything to close the distance between them. But his hands were already there, sliding under the fabric to trace the curve of her back, sending a shiver of desire straight to her core.

Goodness, he was so good at this. He was so good at making her feel like nothing in this world mattered except him. She was already hot, pooling wet between her legs from arousal.

"God, Rhydian" She moaned, her voice soft and strained. "You’re so damn good at this." She said, not able to stop herself.

"Fuck, I love this." He groaned against her skin. "You’re perfection Seraphina."

His lips found her collarbone, nipping at the sensitive flesh, and she gasped, her nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer. She could feel the urgency in his movements now, as though the restraint he’d been holding onto was slipping away. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot on her throat, and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning, her body reacting in ways she couldn’t control.

She tugged at his pants, desperate to feel all of him, and he groaned in response, pushing her hands away gently. His eyes locked onto hers, and in that moment, the raw hunger in his gaze left her breathless. "Patience," he murmured, voice barely more than a rasp.

But it didn’t last long. His lips crashed back onto hers, and this time, he wasted no time—his hands roamed lower, lifting her effortlessly so her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt the hard muscle of his chest against her, his body pressed fully against hers, and God help her, because she was about to go insane from the way his hard bulge pressed firmly against her sensitive spot.

His mouth moved lower, tracing a path down her throat to the top of her chest, where he pulled the last bit of her robe away with a swift tug. His lips found her skin again, his hands cupping her breasts, kneading gently before his thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples, causing a sharp gasp to escape her.

"Rhydian," she whimpered, her body arching into him, seeking more. His lips found hers again in a bruising kiss as he moved his hands lower, caressing the soft curve of her hips, before sliding them down the length of her thighs.

She trembled under his touch, the intensity of it all nearly overwhelming. His touch was like fire, igniting every nerve in her body. She needed him closer, needed him to take that final step, but still, he moved with deliberate slowness. His hands roamed over her skin, as though memorizing every inch of her, his breath hot and erratic against her skin.

"Tell me what you want," he growled, his voice thick with need, each word a demand that left her breathless.

She didn’t think, didn’t need to. Her body had already decided. "You," she gasped, the desperation in her voice raw and unrestrained. "I need you."

That was all he needed.

In a heartbeat, they were on the bed, and he was over her, his hands roaming as he pushed into her with a force that stole her breath. She cried out at the stretch, the suddenness of it, but it felt like fire, like nothing else mattered except him filling her completely. She didn’t even know when their clothes disappeared, only that now there was nothing between them, nothing to hold them back.

Rhydian’s moan was low, almost feral, as he buried himself deeper, his hands gripping her hips hard. She tightened around him instinctively, the heat of her pushing him further, and he let out a strained curse.

"Fuck, you feel too good, I could never get used to how delicious you feel." he growled, his pace quickening as he plunged into her again, his control slipping with every hard thrust. He could feel her trembling beneath him, her nails digging into his back, and it only drove him harder.