Chapter 8 008
Seraphina’s Pov
"Seraphina," Dimitri murmured, his voice low and rough, as he leaned in. It wasn't a question, just my name, laced with something heavy and protective.
I could smell him, that musky, earthy scent mixed with sweat and desire, wrapping around me like a blanket. His breath fanned over my collarbone, before his lips found my neck.
He kissed me there, starting soft, almost reverent, his mouth trailing a path down the curve, each press sending shivers racing through my veins.
My heart hammered wildly, pounding in my ears, as his kisses grew bolder, nipping lightly at the skin, making me arch toward him without thinking.
When he reached that spot, the sacred place where a mark would bind us forever, instinct took over. A deep, uncontrollable shiver ripped through me, my body trembling like a leaf in the wind.
I gasped, the sensation too intense, too raw, and he pulled back immediately, his lips leaving my skin with a soft, wet sound.
His eyes locked onto mine, searching, concerned. "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice a whisper, hand cupping my cheek gently.
I nodded, breathless, my voice coming out shaky. "Yes... don't stop." It was all I could manage, the heat making words feel distant, unnecessary.
He hesitated for a heartbeat, then his fingers moved to the straps of my dress. With agonizing slowness, he slid them down my shoulders, the silk whispering against my overheated skin.
The fabric pooled at my waist, baring my breasts to the cool air, my nipples pebbling instantly under his gaze. They felt so full, so achy, begging for attention.
He reached out tentatively, his large hands cupping them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive tips in slow, exploratory strokes. The touch was electric, shooting sparks straight to my core, and I let out a soft moan, my back bowing off the table.
He played with them like that for what felt like forever, rolling the nipples between his fingers, pinching just enough to make me squirm.
Each tug sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, building that delicious pressure low in my belly. I could feel myself getting wetter, the heat pooling between my legs, soaking through my panties.
"Dimitri," I whispered, my voice breaking on his name, not a command, just a plea wrapped in need.
He didn't reply with words. Instead, he lowered his head, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking gently at first. The warmth of his tongue, swirling around the peak, made me cry out softly, my hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands.
He sucked harder, drawing it deep into his mouth, his teeth grazing ever so lightly, while his hand worked the other breast, kneading the flesh, thumb flicking the nipple in rhythm.
The dual sensations were overwhelming, filthy in their intensity, my body writhing under him as pleasure built inside me.
I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet so alive, every suck and pull making my pussy clench with want.
He switched sides, his mouth latching onto the neglected nipple, lavishing it with the same attention, his free hand now trailing down my side, fingers digging into my hip possessively.
Time melted away as he lingered there, drawing out every gasp, every tremble, until my breasts were slick and swollen from his ministrations, aching in the best way.
"Feels so good," I murmured, my words slurring with the haze of arousal, eyes half-closed as I watched him through my lashes.
He hummed against my skin, the vibration sending another jolt through me, before his fingers finally ventured lower.
They skimmed over my quivering stomach, tracing the bunched fabric of my dress, until they reached the apex of my thighs.
My panties were drenched, clinging to me like a second skin, and when his fingers pressed against my pussy through the wet cloth, I bucked up instinctively, a whine escaping my lips.
He rubbed slowly at first, circling the swollen clit hidden beneath, the friction through the fabric teasing, maddening.
The sensation was exquisite, filthy, his fingers sliding easily over the soaked material, exploring every fold.
I could feel my arousal coating his hand, the wetness seeping through, making everything slippery and hot.
He pressed firmer, dipping between my lips as much as the barrier allowed, stroking up and down in a rhythm that had me panting, hips grinding against his touch.
"More," I breathed, the word slipping out unbidden, my body on fire, every nerve singing with need.
He obliged, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles, while his fingers pushed against my entrance, the fabric stretching taut, hinting at penetration without giving it.
I was lost in it, the pleasure building to a fever pitch, my inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate for more.
The chamber echoed with my soft cries, the wet sounds of his fingers working me through my panties, the scent of my arousal thick in the air.
It was spicy, raw, this intimate torment, his touch driving me wild, making me feel dirty and desired all at once.
He kept at it, relentless, varying the pressure, sometimes light and teasing, other times firm, until I was teetering on the edge, body trembling, breaths coming in ragged gasps.
But he didn't let me fall yet. His free hand slid up to cup my breast again, pinching the nipple as his fingers below slipped under the edge of my panties, finally touching bare skin.
The direct contact was shattering, his rough fingertips gliding through my slick folds, coating themselves in my essence.
He circled my entrance, pressing just inside, shallow thrusts that made me moan louder, my legs spreading wider for him.
"DImitri... please." I whispered, voice hoarse, the heat consuming me whole.
He pushed deeper, two fingers sliding in easily, curling against that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. The stretch was perfect, filthy in its perfection, his thumb still working my clit as he pumped in and out, the wet squelch of my pussy gripping him filling the room.
Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, spiraling higher with every thrust, every stroke. I could feel myself dripping down his hand, onto the table, the evidence of my need pooling beneath me.
It was overwhelming, this spicy haze of sensation, my body arching, hips meeting his every movement.
He added a third finger, stretching me further, the fullness making me gasp, my walls fluttering around him.
His mouth found my neck again, kissing softly, not at the marking spot this time, but everywhere else, adding layers to the ecstasy.
I was close, so close, the edge rushing up to meet me. "I'm... oh fuck," I managed, words failing as the orgasm built, crashing over me in waves.
My body convulsed, pussy clenching hard around his fingers, juices gushing as pleasure ripped through me, leaving me shuddering, spent, yet still aching for more in the aftermath.
He slowed, withdrawing gently, his hand slick and shining. "Shh, I've got you," He said softly, pulling me into his arms, holding me as the aftershocks trembled through my frame.