Bound to the vampire I must kill-Chapter 70: R(18+) skip if you want.

Chapter 70

His movements slowed—just enough to drive her mad. Each thrust was deeper, more deliberate, as though he was trying to brand her from the inside out, to etch himself into her with every slow roll of his hips.

Her fingers laced behind his neck, dragging him down until their foreheads touched, her breaths stuttering against his lips. "Look at me," she whispered, voice shaky and raw.

He did.

God, he did—and the look in his eyes undid her.

There was hunger there, yes. But beneath it, something else—something dangerous, something beautiful. Like he couldn’t believe she was real. Like she was the only thing anchoring him to this world.

"I’m here," she whispered, cupping his face. "Always with you."

"Don’t say things like that," he groaned, voice thick with emotion. "I’ll ruin you."

"You already have," she breathed, pulling him into a kiss that stole what little restraint he had left.

His hips surged forward in response, and her gasp was swallowed by his mouth. His tongue teased hers, slow and sinful, coaxing moans from her that she couldn’t hold back. Her thighs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back to keep him close...closer. She wanted all of him, more of him, like she could never get enough.

Every grind of his hips rubbed perfectly against the spot that made her see stars, and she cried out when his hand slid between them to find the slick heat of her center. His thumb circled her clit slowly, teasing, coaxing, until her body writhed beneath his, her voice a breathy plea in the dark.

"Rhydian... please....don’t stop..."

He didn’t.

"Fuck, you’re soaked," he rasped against her throat, his breath hot, teeth grazing her skin before kissing her there again, slower now. "You like this, don’t you? The way I take my time with you."

Her answer was a moan,high and broken as her sex clenched around his thick length, trembling. "I love it," she gasped. "I love how you make me feel like I’m burning alive..."

His mouth crashed into hers again, all tongue and teeth and heat, like he needed to taste her to survive. His hand tangled in her hair as his thrusts deepened, more desperate now, faster and rough with need. She could feel him everywhere, his skin, his heat, the way he filled her like he belonged there.

And maybe he did.

Maybe this was what it meant to be devoured by someone who worshipped you.

"I’ve never wanted anyone like this," he murmured into her skin, his voice cracking with truth. "Not just your body, Seraphina. I want your soul. Your fire. Everything."

She arched into him, moaning louder as his words lit a fire inside her that no touch could ever reach.

"Then take it," she whispered. "It’s already yours."

His mouth found her breast again, his tongue teasing the stiff peak while his hips rolled just right—and when he pulled back to look at her, her skin flushed, her eyes wild and glassy, his control shattered all over again.

"You’re so fucking beautiful like this," he growled. "Every sound, every gasp—you’re going to ruin me."

"Then..." she breathed. "Then we’ll be ruined together."

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "You’re close, aren’t you?"

She nodded, barely able to breathe, the pressure building low in her belly, her body begging for release.

"Let go for me, Seraphina," he whispered, and the way he said her name, like it was sacred, pushed her over the edge.

She shattered around him, her body tightening as a cry tore from her throat, her nails raking down his back as she came hard, her body pulsing in time with his deep, relentless thrusts.

And seconds later, he followed—his breath hitching, his body tensing, a growl of her name leaving his lips as he spilled inside her, the warmth of it deep and raw and real.

She didn’t know who moved first.

Maybe it was her. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was just inevitable.

But the second his body shifted beside hers, still catching his breath, still glistening with sweat...her hand slid over his chest, and he looked at her like he was drowning again. Like she’d pulled him under with nothing more than a touch.

"Again," she whispered.

Fuck! This woman was... everything he could ask for.

He was on her before she could even blink, dragging her underneath him with a desperate growl, his lips claiming hers again in a vehement kiss filled with pure need. His hands were already gripping her thighs, spreading her open like he couldn’t wait a second longer to feel her again.

"Fucking hell, Seraphina," he rasped, kissing her jaw, her neck, anywhere he could reach. "You’re damn perfect."

She moaned, arching up, her nails dragging down his back. "So are you."

He didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask... just took.

His mouth moved lower, trailing wet, hungry kisses down her body, and when he reached between her legs, he groaned. "You’re still so wet," he muttered, his voice dark, wrecked. "You’re fucking dripping."

"Because of you," she gasped, gripping his hair.

His fingers slid into her—slow and deep—and her back arched off the bed as he curled them just right, watching her come undone again for him, with him, because of him.

But he couldn’t wait. Not anymore.

He gripped her hips, flipped her onto her stomach, and dragged her to the edge of the bed. She cried out as his hands wrapped around her waist and he slid into her from behind, the angle brutal and deep, making her eyes roll back instantly.

He didn’t stop this time. Didn’t hold back. Every thrust was hard, raw, possessive.

"You feel that?" he growled in her ear, his chest pressed to her back as his hips slammed into hers. "This is what you do to me. This—" he groaned between thrusts"—is how much I need you."

She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. All she could do was feel—his body, his breath, the way he filled her like no one ever had. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her cries turning to broken moans as the pressure built inside her again, fast and wild.

He reached around and rubbed her exactly where she needed, his other hand gripping her breast, and that was it....her body shattered, her climax ripping through her so violently she collapsed forward, sobbing his name.