Pleasure
Serafine POV
Enduring pain is something I know about. It’s something I know how to handle. Just like cruelty, I know how to cred survive with that. But this, his careful touch, the slow unraveling of my body beneath his hands, that is something foreign My breath stutters when his fingers trail down my waist and dip lower. They brush against the sensitive skin of my hom thighs. Every inch of my body is wound tight right now, waiting for the moment when he reminds me of who he is, of what am to him, but it hasn’t come yet.
The backs of my knees hit the bed, and I freeze.
Xander notices; he always notices. His eyes flicker with something unreadable as his hands move with purpose. He presses against my hips as he lowers me onto the mattress. His grip is firm and commanding, but in no way is it punishing There’s no sharp bite of pain, no rough shove to remind me of my place. Instead, he holds me there, waiting and watching as though expecting me to fight back.
I don’t move. I also can’t bring myself to relax.
“You’re still waiting for the pain,” he murmurs, his voice low and smooth as he presses his lips against the hollow of my throat. “You’re waiting for me to take you without care.”
Swallowing hard, I’m unable to speak. I can’t deny the truth when he can clearly see it. Of course, I’m waiting for pain.
His hands slide lower, his fingers spreading over my thighs as he parts them, he ensures his movements are slow and deliberate. My body stiffens, waiting for the roughness, waiting for the moment when he will remind me that I belong to him because my father sold me to him so he could use me.
It doesn’t come.
His mouth follows the same path as his hands, and the heat of his touch spreads across my skin. His lips press against the curve of my hip before shifting lower. Tightening his grip, he pulls me toward him and his breath ghosts over my pussy.
A sharp inhale shudders through my body at the sensation, and my fingers grip the sheets as his mouth finally touches me
I wasn’t prepared for this at all. He grips my hands, placing them on his head, and I freeze. He looks up at me, his eyes holding my gaze. “Grip me, hold on, and keep me where it feels good.”
The moment he finishes talking, his head lowers against me, and I have no choice but to grasp his hair at the sensations coursing through me.
I wasn’t prepared for the way his tongue strokes against me. He starts slow to begin with, almost testing before his tongue drags lower. Then, in deeper and firmer movements, he speeds up, and it sends heat curling through my stomach in a sensation I’ve never experienced.
My body arches involuntarily, my legs tremble beneath his grasp, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t falter, slow down or ease me forward. He’s determined to have me pushes over the edge and quickly.
The grip I have on his hair becomes firmer, and he groans against me.
His grip tightens on my thighs, his fingers pushing into the flesh there. “That’s it,” he growls, his voice rough like the sound of my breaking apart beneath his touch is exactly what he wanted to gain,
My body betrays me in every way. It reacts to his touch, to the way he devours me, to the pleasure that pulses through my veins even as my mind screams at me not to give in and to keep fighting it. I don’t know how to process this. I don’t know how to stop my the way my body begins to move against his mouth, like I’m seeking more, demanding more from him.
He doesn’t seem to care, and he doesn’t stop. If anything, his fingers dig deeper into my thighs, and his tongue moves with the perfect precision needed, dragging me further into the abyss of something I can’t run from. I try to hold back the sounds that claw at my throat, threatening to escape my lips, but it’s utterly useless.
Every touch and every stroke of his tongue just pushes me closer to the edge and builds something inside of me that t know how to stop, and I’m not sure if I even want to stop it.
Pleasure and shame war inside of me, twisting together like they are accepting their fate. I can no longer tell where one starts and the other ends.
Holding back is getting harder, and I don’t ever Successfully unlocked! his, trying to make it end, but I feel like I
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At that moment, I’m convinced it’s going to win and consume me, but he pulls back.
I gasp out loud, thankful that he stopped, and that now I can regain control of my own emotions. He shouldn’t give me pleasure, and I sure shouldn’t be enjoying him touching me. Even if every part of my body right now is screaming at me to
leasure, and i sure
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pull him back to take what i need
That’s not me I’m not weak, and I won’t give in just because he wants to be sofs. This is nothing je mesench
I barely have the time to catch my breath before he moves over me een mina, kiam cath unreadable as he watches me. Gripping my chan he forces his mouth deto mine Despite every be of bow and songs within me holding me back, I moan. The moment his tongue pushes wenst mine, ding into my moth
This is wrong. So wrong
