His Gentleness
Serafine POV
The moment I step into the bedroom. I try to focus. My body is still acting from best night in redes that conversation with Xander. I don’t understand why he thinks im lymp about there Here then his need to control every part of me are unnerving the foliows me to my bedroom and mo even before the door clicks shut behind us
I’m not looking forward to this, it’s painful and he doesn’t care about that bare have the time to hand grips my arm and stops me. His Timpers are warm aparen my skin it’s a Tmmitrols but no frald he steps even closer and the heat of his body pressing is my back is consuang
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Something about this feels different from last night. He’s almost show and been still in control. His fingers stroke my wrist pently before sliding up my ammo touch moves the my toe n gliding down the curve of my back. It sends a shiver through me and hate that eat to he touch
Keeping my head forward I try to even out my breathing, warm for the next move or the command respons Maybe cruelty because he believes I lied at the table?
His fingers dip lower, trailing over my waist and pressing ighty apamst my ip took something from you a night re says. His breath is warm against my ear, and his voice is low and smooth. “Something cant get or soddiae given you something for it.”
I don’t know what the hell I’m meant to say to that. Then agam, don’t think he’s expecting an answer from me fee me fingers slide lower, gripping the thin silk covering my body. I feel the fabric stift under his rands he strokes his saver my stomach. His movements are slow and calculated it’s like he’s ensuring feel ever not of the touch
My breath hitches, and I hate it.
My body is spun around effortlessly, forcing me to face him. Wy eyes firmer up, and they look on his gaze. it’s start assessing and filled with something unreadable.
He sighs like he’s disappointed, and I get ready for the hit. Im not a monster Seraine te murmurs. War, teS disappointed in himself, not me? His fingers tit my chin up, forcing me to hold his gaze. 1 dont care without ping back Swallowing hard, my body betrays me with the way my skin prickles beneath his touch. Waybe not but the wrong Toom I want your pity: I whisper, my voice barely even audible.
1 watch his lips curl slightly.
“Good, because I wasn’t offering you that or an apology” Then what is he doing?
His hand presses against my back, and he walks forward, guiding me toward the bed. I’m not even sure what to do gh now. Is this him giving me something back for using me last night?
His hands begin to move over my body with slow, deliberate intent. His fingertips skim across my waist and down my mos He’s exploring my body now, rather than taking. His touch is warm and controlled, and nothing like the rough, punishing grip from last night.
I know that I should resist, that I should pull away before my body betrays me and the head of his touch sends more shivers down my spine.
He notices; of course, he does. His golden eyes darken slightly as he catches every movement and reaction i make me doesn’t smile or smirk like he’s winning, but there’s still something in his expression that says he’s pleased I reacted
Leaning in, his lips brush against my jaw. “I meant what I said, he murmurs against my skin. 1 don’t ever take without giving back.”
His hands slide under the silk, and slowly, he pushes it up. The tips of his fingers stroke along my skin as he pulls it higher He lifts it over my head, and the cool air hits my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from his body
I should really feel exposed, but the way he’s looking at me, like he’s discovering me and not just using me, sends something unfamiliar curling in my stomach.
The silk drops to the floor, and his fingers brush against the light bruises appearing on my thighs from the force of last night. “I won’t let you think that is all there is,” he says quietly. “You’ll learn that pleasure is just as much mine to give to you as it is to take.”
There’s no rush; he’s taking his time, ensuring fegy
against mine, claiming me. It’s slow and
consuming, and I realise something. This is ex Successfully unlocked! For the first time, I don’t just endure, I react and I crave more.
His lips move down my jaw, slowly kissing down my neck. It’s slow and deliberate. His breath is hot against my skin as his hands trace my body shape. There’s no rushing in his movements, and there’s no forceful grip to hold me in place. There’s not even any cruelty, instead, he takes his time. He explores and learns my body, teasing me in a way that confuses me far
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