369- Hypnotized
POV Seraphine Valerian:
Viktor pulled back just enough to rip away my panties, leaving me completely bare. I looked at him, bathed in lamplight, moonlight, and shadows—his eyes blazing, his expression raw with desire. Hypnotized. Spellbound.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, spreading my thighs, lifting my head to lick and kiss his muscular chest, desperate, trembling. Searching for the thick length that hovered between us.
“Please…”
“I want everything. Your nipples…”
He took one again, sucking so deeply it felt like he might tear it away. It was shocking, sharp, intoxicating. My back arched off the bed in ecstasy as his hand spread over my stomach, the other gripping my neck through my hair.
The sound of his relentless sucking filled the room. I cried out, trembling, as his fingers slid lower, leaving a trail of fire across my skin.
I dug my nails into his biceps while he devoured me, his fingers slipping between my folds, finding my clit. Electricity surged through me, shaking me, breaking me apart.
“My little pussy…” he growled, his fingers curling, two of them plunging inside me at once.
“Ah… Viktor!”
I cried out in pure delight and desperation. He left my swollen nipple and moved to the other, his sharp teeth biting into the flesh around it. Pain flared, igniting something wild and unknown, awakening every nerve.
His fingers thrust in and out, consuming me too.
I came wildly, an explosion that blinded and deafened me, lifting me into sensations beyond anything I had ever known. Tears streamed down my face, my body completely out of control.
He growled, and I felt his fangs pierce my skin. I screamed as pain mixed with pleasure, sending me to impossible heights. He licked, soothed, healed what he had bitten.
“Fuck… this little pussy is crushing my fingers…”
Viktor lifted his head, looming over me, driving his hand deeper between my legs. I cried, weak, unable to control the pulsing around him, staring up at him helplessly.
“It’s not over. It’s just the beginning. I want everything.”
He withdrew his hand and knelt between my legs, spreading my thighs wide, his golden gaze fixed on my exposed core. He inhaled deeply, growled, lips parting, tongue brushing against his teeth.
Even in my haze, I gasped in fear when he lowered his head. But it was his tongue that came first—broad and rough against my swollen clit. I lost myself again, arching, delirious.
Heat flooded my body, spilling outward. I trembled uncontrollably as his fingers returned, filling me again while his mouth devoured me.
I grabbed his hair, tears spilling, my legs shaking violently. Just when I thought I would break again, he bit me—hard—right at my most sensitive flesh.
“Ahhhhh—!”
I screamed, pulling his hair as he looked up at me, his face buried between my thighs, golden eyes blazing, fangs sunk into me, fingers deep inside. A beast devouring me.
Pleasure and pain consumed me, my body moving against him, begging for more.
He held me there with his gaze, biting deeper, sucking. I cried openly as another wave built, unstoppable.
“Please… more… more…”
He licked the marks, soothing them, then returned to tasting me, drinking in everything I gave. Insatiable.
I was collapsing, overwhelmed—but then he rose over me, positioning himself, hooking my legs over his arms, lifting them wide. His heavy length pressed against my entrance.
“Say you’re mine.” His voice was a deep growl.
“I’m yours… only yours…”
“Fuck…”
He thrust into me. I gripped his arms, overwhelmed as he pushed inside, stretching me. My arousal helped, but it still burned—intense, delicious.
“Take… every part of me.”
And I did. Lifting my hips, taking him fully, as he filled me completely.
He pressed down, dominating me, never breaking eye contact as he drove himself to the hilt, until our bodies met fully. A rough groan escaped him.
I would never feel empty again. Viktor was inside me, everywhere, marking me forever.
“Seraphine…”
He murmured my name with reverence and kissed me. I clung to him—legs, arms, tongue, body.
He pulled back, then drove into me again, harder, faster. We moved together in the bed, in kisses and touches, in possession and need.
I was his. Viktor was mine.
He drove deeper, rougher, pounding into me until I scratched him, cried out, bit his chest. I sank my teeth into him, needing to mark him too.
I hadn’t thought I could come again—but I did. My body surged uncontrollably, every thrust hitting something deep, perfect, overwhelming.
The madness consumed me. Viktor lost himself too, throwing his head back, his fangs extending as he came hard, spilling heat deep inside me.
I climaxed with him, lost completely.
Wave after wave crashed over us. Sweat and skin, breath and sound intertwined. Until exhaustion took over and I collapsed, fully spent.
I held him, my face against his chest, listening to his racing heart.
I had never felt so alive.