SERAPHINA'S POV
It feels nothing like the first time his lips touched mine.
Nothing like the sudden, explorative kiss from before. Instead, it's deep, passionate, wild, and hot.
His lips take mine, hungrily devouring every square inch until his tongue pushes through for access. I grant him entrance, casting aside every inhibition.
I gasp, tasting him for the very first time. I press further, driven by wanton desire, an undeniable urgency, and let out a sound from the depths of my throat, a primal and raw moan - a sound I never imagined I could make.
This seems to be an invitation for him; the perfect fuel to this burning fire.
Swiftly, he shifts me, setting me onto his lap in a straddle, and with surprising ease.
Suddenly, he pulls back, leaving my lips cold and wanting.
Before I can voice my yearning, a soft frown forming on my face, he's trailing fiery kisses down my neck, his teeth lightly scraping my skin, sending delicious shivers of anticipation down my spine.
The sensation lights a fire in my veins, a blazing heat of desire. My core aches, pulses, demanding attention. His attention. Every inch of me is hot, burning in a way I've never felt, and what makes it worse is that I never want it to stop.
Grasping him for support, trying to anchor my trembling form, I barely register his free hand. It slips beneath my gown, teasing my skin, and then cupping my left breast.
His touch, warm and firm, sends a jolt of pleasure through me. It feels electric - almost maddening.
"Artemis," I gasp, leaning into his tight toned body. His fingers graze my hardened nipple, teasing, making me lose my senses.
"Please..." The word is more plea than request, oozing of desperation.
My body instinctively grinds against the firmness of his thigh, trying to quench the uncontrollable need he's ignited.
He draws in a sharp breath, groaning from the repeated contact; an image of a man undoubtedly tortured by his desires.
"Tell me what you want," he rasps.
"I-I don't know..." My reply is hushed, almost urgent, my breathing uneven.
There's a searing ache deep within, resting between my thighs. I might not know exactly what I crave, but I'm certain he holds the key. Right now, only Artemis can grant me the desperate relief I need.
As he tweaks my nipple again, I moan, arching towards him, hungry for more.
"Damn it, Sera," he growls, his voice ragged, matching my own breathlessness.
He bites his lower lip, and for an instant, his eyes flash a mesmerizing golden shade.
I feel his body grow taut, a forbidden tension born from wrestling with the reins of his control, a fierce battle to keep himself from taking me the way every inch of him aches to, while simultaneously taming the primal beast lurking within him.
Is it wrong that I want it all to crumble? I want to feel the extent of his desire - unbridled, untamed, wild as it is consuming.
I lean forward, the sinful pull irresistible, kissing him with a bonfire of lust and something more, my lips sucking on his lower lip, nibbling at it with an innocent yet deliberate curiosity, as though having the first taste of an addictive liquor.
"Sera... I don't want to lose my mind," he whispers, the soft growl underscoring his words echoing his losing battle.
"Why?" I breathe out, pulling away just enough to gaze into his darkened eyes.
An urgent need courses through me, a hunger to push him to that raw, primitive height he's so desperately avoiding. I trace the contours of his ear with my lips, taking the lobe between my teeth, teasing, tasting, testing.
The reaction is electric.
His body shivers, a tremor of ravenous thirst, and in a heartbeat, he lifts me from the bed, the sudden motion resulting in a gasp from my parted lips.
He then pins me against the wall with a rush, his hard frame melding against mine, our breaths mingling, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
His lips find mine once more, this time the kiss is different - it's primal, more consuming, as if he's a ravenous beast who has been starved for weeks, months, or maybe even years.
But now, he'd never let go of the first satisfying meal he's been given.
His mouth moves over mine with a wild hunger, every bite, every suck a testament to a desire long restrained.
I'm barely keeping pace with him, inexperienced as I am with this extent of passion, but he, with his seasoned expertise, takes complete control, needing only my body, my surrender.
And surrender I do, submitting myself to the pleasure and passion he unleashes. As he grinds his lower half against me, the heat between us intensifies.
When I think it can't possibly grow hotter, I feel his unmistakable hardness pressing intimately against me, his steady and rhythmic thrusts teasing and inciting a desperate ache deep within my core.
Breathless, I attempt to break free for air, but he's relentless, ensnaring my lips once more, possessing me with no intention to let go.
His free hand, the one not ensuring I'm firmly in place, blazes a scorching trail up my thigh. Each inch he covers ignites my skin, leading to a touch between my legs, an electrifying graze that promises more to that burning spot.
The action alone jerks through my body, undoing half of me in a second.
Heat and desire well up from just a single touch. It's a feeling I've never had before, and I don't want to stop feeling it now.
His actions mirror my desires, pushing my panties to the side and pressing the tip of his finger against me. I jerk again, shivering from the ecstasy that hits too hard and resonates deeper into him.
"You're so fucking wet," his voice is a sultry whisper, low and drenched with a longing that tells me this is not just about my surrender, but his as well.
Before I have the chance to feel embarrassed by his discovery, he delves a finger right into me. I tremble, crying out from the pleasure and arching my head back as I feel his finger inside me, stroking the very place I yearn for him the most.
My mind scrambles. Every reasonable thought in my brain turns to complete mush, and all I can think about is the pleasure he offers.
The sensation of his thick finger pounding inside me increases the heat, and I become even wetter. I feel so dirty right now, so wanton and wild - all because this devil and the heaven he brings.
The rapid heaving of my chest reveals just how much I want to explode.
"Damn, Sera. You're so sexy right now," he whispers in a strained tone, moving forward and kissing my neck, biting softly, intensifying the pleasure even more.
I try to push his arm away, feeling overwhelmed. A sensation rises in my chest, tightening my core. My pleasure climbs to a height I've never experienced, and I'm terrified of the aftermath.
Would I lose my mind and morph into a sex-hungry teenager? Become addicted to him and the dirty things he can do to me?
These conflicting thoughts attacks me.
And maybe I'm really so fucked up right now that I find myself contemplating if it would be so bad being addicted to him in this way, craving his touch that delves so deep within.
Maybe now, I understand why Artemis Sinclair is such a ruthless heartbreaker. Those girls had gotten one taste, and it clearly hadn't been enough.
I'm caught between wanting more and stopping it all here.
"Please," I plead, trembling while holding him tight, at his mercy.
"Shh," He shushes me softly, kissing my cheek to calm me again. "Let me make you feel good, darling."
I'm on the edge, dangling by a shred of my own sanity, about to wholly and completely fall off from it. And then I feel his finger curl, pressing against a sweet spot I didn't know existed, and my world explodes.
"Fuck!" He groans, sucking in his breath afterward, while my juices spray all over him, wetting his pant-covered dick in the process.
Billions of fireworks light up in my brain one after the other as I convulse in his arms, coming undone. My body vibrates nonstop and my legs tremble, suddenly becoming too weak to hold myself up.
I fall forward, and he holds me up while I gasp for air.
"So you're a squirter," he mutters.
I make no sound, not knowing what that means at all, only that my body feels different, reborn, awakened. Every hair on my skin feels more alert than before.
He carries me back to my bed, laying me on my back gently before taking off his shirt and climbing over me. I barely have the time to appreciate his perfectly tight toned muscles and abs when his next move catches my breath.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I manage to mutter, watching as he takes a position between my legs.
"I want to taste you," he says, with a little wicked smile and teasing eyes that flicker from blue to golden again, before going back to blue.
Again, the words are foreign.
I don't understand until he opens my legs, bending low, and bringing his face down there. My cheeks turn red with embarrassment, attempting to close up, but he stops me, spreading them more and pinning them down - opening myself bare for him to see.
"It's dirty!" I protest, but he's not listening again.
I gasp as his warm tongue presses against my entrance, tracing the sensitive flesh of my clit, sliding back down to my pussy in slowly calculated paces. I gasp out loud, fighting the urge to close up while he literally tastes me, licking me up and flicking his tongue, like I'm sweetest thing he's ever had.
The pleasure hits again, rising up faster than the first time, knocking out every reservation of being eaten out. I press myself into him, acting and sounding like a desperate whore while his tongue delves right into me - swirling and sucking alternately.
His attack is relentless until I find myself high in nirvana again.
He pushes his tongue deeper, and once again, I come undone. Arching my back and pressing into him, he eagerly captures every drop that spurts out of me like a geyser.
My legs fall back, and I gasp for air, the weight of exhaustion pressing on me after experiencing an orgasm for the first time, and twice at that.
Pulling up, he meets my gaze, slowly licking his lips. His eyes, now a predatory golden hue that doesn't revert back to blue, fixate on me.
Those slender irises hold a promise, an unspoken intent, as they roam over my exposed body, seeing me as a meal yet to be fully savored.
There's a hint of tension building inside me from his gaze, but the next kiss he plants on my lips is soothing, letting me taste myself, a sweet reminder of the recent events.
"Artemis," I moan his name, as always, and feel him press against me with an intensity that's both rough and hard.
His bite, sharper than our initial kisses, sends a sweet pang of pain through me. It's an unexpected allure, rekindling a spark of desire. It's crazy that even now, all my body still wants is his.
But then, his bite intensifies, breaking the skin on the crest of my breast.
"Ouch," I murmur, taken aback by the sudden bite.
But he seems unyielding, wanting to push boundaries, perhaps tread dark territories we've yet to explore. His silence grows alarming.
"Artemis?" I question, trying to get through to him.
But he's deep in a haze of lust, his demeanor more feral and intense, a harsh reminder of how Ace once was.
Unwanted memories of the past assault attempt to creep in, and I battle them with all my might, struggling to stay in the moment.
'He wants to hurt you.'
The first voices slip in, subtly at first, but then more insistently.
They weave their way through my thoughts, casting shadows of doubt and tainting my perceptions with their insidious whispers.
As they grow louder, the world around me seems to blur and fade into the background.
Confusion grips me. Why would he want to hurt me?
I try to shake off these intrusive thoughts, but their hold tightens, becoming more and more overwhelming.
'He wants to hurt us!'
It screams, spreading like a virus in my brain.
I'm forced to relive the memory of Ace pushing me against the wall forcibly, just like this. And as I watch, Artemis' features distort. His black hair turns into dirty blonde and his blue eyes morph into a familiar brown.
Suddenly, it's no longer Artemis before me but a feral Ace, foaming at the mouth with blood-red eyes.