Bound to the vampire I must kill-Chapter 75: Honey and rebellion

Chapter 75

Rhydian didn’t mind the climb. The incline was steep, sure, and the rocks under his boots were slick with night dew, but Seraphina was in his arms, and that made everything else irrelevant.

Her cheek rested against his shoulder, warm and relaxed. Every now and then, her breath tickled his neck. Every now and then, her fingers shifted slightly around his collar, like she wasn’t quite asleep but didn’t want to let go either.

And he didn’t want her to.

He could walk like this forever.

The night air cooled his skin, but her presence was like heat wrapped around him. Steady, anchoring. God, he loved her. He didn’t know how to say it without sounding like a fool, but it pulsed in every inch of him.

He had never once believed he was capable of falling this hard for someone, but she was full proof against that. He could spend years with her and still feel like he hasn’t had enough.

They reached the top just as the moonlight spilled clear across the ledge, revealing a small grove of jagged trees clinging to the rocky slope. Nestled between them was a single fire fruit tree, just like she’d described, dark bark, orange leaves, and glowing red fruits that looked like they were forged in a flame.

He set her down slowly, gently, letting his hands linger a second longer than necessary on her waist before stepping back. She stretched with a soft groan, her arms overhead, back arching slightly as she rolled out her shoulders.

His throat tightened.

She didn’t even know what she did to him. Or maybe she did. He couldn’t tell anymore. Because why else would he find every damn thing she did so attractive.

"That’s the one," she said, pointing toward the tree. Her eyes lit up in a way that made his chest flutter.

He grinned. "After all that, I hope it’s worth it."

"It is," she muttered, walking forward, brushing her silvery hair back with one hand. "You’ll see."

He watched her go, his gaze shameless, tracking every movement. The sway of her hips. The curve of her neck. The way the moonlight caught on her skin like it had been waiting just to touch her.

She reached up, plucked a fruit with practiced ease, then turned to him and tossed it. He caught it one-handed.

"Eat it," she said with a half-smile.

He raised a brow, then bit into it without hesitation.

It hit his tongue in waves, first warmth, then sweetness. Like she said: honey and rebellion. His eyes widened slightly, he hadn’t excepted the fruit to taste this good.

He looked at her with a smirk, swallowed, and said quietly, "You weren’t lying. This tastes exactly as you described."

"I never do," she replied, stepping closer again.

The wind shifted, brushing her hair across her face. Without a second thought,He reached out, brushing it away with two fingers, his touch slow.

She didn’t move away, instead....an obvious blush spread through her face as she smiled softly.

His hand trailed down, barely touching her cheek. Her eyes flicked to his. That familiar spark. That challenge. That softness. All at once.

Rhydian’s heart kicked up. Hard.

He didn’t say anything, no...he couldn’t. He was short of words.

Her mouth parted like she wanted to speak, but the words didn’t come. And that silence? It stretched. Thick with tension. Not the awkward kind. The kind that filled his lungs, heavy and hot.

She bit her lower lip slightly, like she was confused... wondering why neither of them knew what to say. And that was it. That one little move. That was all it took.

He stepped in.

His hand slipped around her waist, the other curling around the back of her neck, guiding her toward him. Their faces inches apart.

His breath was shallow. His chest tight. She looked up at him, her lips so close he could already feel the heat from them. Her eyes searched his face like she was daring him to make the first move,and he did.

As soon as his lips crashed against hers, she gasped into the kiss, and he swallowed the sound like it was the first breath after drowning. His grip clamped around her waist, dragging her flush against him.

He was already hard. Thick and aching and pressed right into her hips.

And the second she felt it, her fingers clenched tighter in his shirt.

Her eyes widened, not in surprise, but in recognition. Like she knew exactly what that meant. Like she wanted to feel it again. It wasn’t long since they did it back at the palace, but he was already aching for her again. The thought of knowing how much he craved her sent heat straight to her core.

She tilted her hips, pressing against him with intention, Rhydian swore under his breath. "Fuck..."

His mouth crashed into hers again, rougher, messier, all control stripped away. He couldn’t stop the way his body responded, couldn’t fake restraint anymore. His cock throbbed against her, demanding more, and when she shifted just right, rubbing slow and deliberate, it nearly undid him.

Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, nails grazing his abs, dragging upward, and he hissed between his teeth. She wasn’t being shy. She never was. She touched him like she wanted to memorize him, like she needed to feel every inch. Like she wanted to claim him all to herself.

He ground into her harder, needing her to know how badly he wanted her. Her gasp turned to a moan, broken and breathless, her body arching into his. Her thighs parted, inviting, tempting, and he filled the space without hesitation, locking her between the rock wall and his body like he was staking a claim.

"Say my name," he growled into her neck, his lips brushing her skin, hot and desperate. He loved hearing her say his name, especially in her breathless voice whenever they were both undone.

"Rhydian," she whispered, breath hitching, fingers tightening in his hair.

His name on her lips did something savage to him.

He grabbed her ass, yanked her up slightly, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist, and she went willingly. Her heat pressed into his hardness through thin layers, and it wasn’t enough. Not even close.