CHAPTER 82: FUN WITH SERAPHINA...

"Behave," she warned, leaning in to trail a kiss along his temple, her lips lingering, tasting the salt of his skin. "Or I’ll be forced to..." Her teeth closed gently on his earlobe, tugging lightly, sending a shiver through him that she felt all the way to her toes. ’I love this, controlling the pace, watching him fight not to take over... but I know he will, and that’s what makes it thrilling.’

"Fates save me," he said, not sounding remotely like someone who needed saving, his voice thick with amusement and desire. His hips shifted subtly, pressing up to meet her grind, the contact sending a spark straight to her center.

Her blouse slipped further with the next movement; his fingertips found bare skin where fabric used to be, tracing the curve of her breast, thumb flicking over her nipple until it peaked under his touch.

"Aah~"

The contact drew a tiny sound from her throat—half-moan, half-laugh—and she kissed him hard, rocking with a rhythm that matched the thud of his heart.

He let the cadence lead him, hands and mouth following where she asked without asking: along the line of her shoulder, the delicate slope where pulse jumped, the place that made her catch his name like a secret.

"Xavier," she breathed, and it came out reverent, her hands releasing his wrists to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as she ground harder, the ache between her legs growing insistent.

He answered it with a kiss that was all promise, the kind that says ’I’m here and I’m not leaving’ without a single wasted word.

She melted against him, then stiffened just to tease, arching away so he had to chase. He did, gladly, and she rewarded him with a hum that sounded like victory, her body pressing fully now, the heat of her pussy against his length making them both gasp.

She shifted, guiding him with ease born of wanting and memory. The first press of closeness pulled a gasp from her, surprise darting across her features before pleasure drowned it. She buried her face in the curve of his neck, breathing him in, the scent of his skin—musk and something uniquely him—filling her senses.

He held still long enough for her to decide the pace, his hands on her hips, thumbs stroking in soothing circles that only heightened her need. When she moved, it was languid at first, testing, learning, letting the feeling bloom until it filled the room like scent. His thickness stretched her perfectly, a slow slide that made her walls clench, lustful emotions flooding her—’He fits so right, so deep already, making me full in ways I didn’t know I craved.’

"Is that too slow?" he asked, voice frayed at the edges, his own thoughts a storm of restraint—’She’s so tight, so warm, moving like she owns me... I want to thrust, to hear her cry out, but I’ll wait, let her take what she wants.’

She shook her head, hair brushing his lips, her hips circling to take him deeper, the friction sending sparks through her core. "Perfect. Maddening. Don’t you dare stop."

Her voice was a whisper, but the command in it was clear, her body rising and falling now with a rhythm that built like a tide. Each descent filled her completely, his length hitting spots that made her toes curl, pleasure coiling tighter with every motion.

She leaned back slightly, her hands on his shoulders for balance, letting him see her—breasts bouncing gently under the thin nightgown, nipples peaked and begging for his mouth.

Xavier’s gaze darkened, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs rolling over the sensitive buds through the fabric. "You’re beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice husky with awe and desire.

"Riding me, taking control... but I can feel you trembling. How does it feel, Phina? Tell me." His words were a tease, but the way he thrust up subtly to meet her, just enough to deepen the connection, made her moan.

"Like... ahn~... like you’re everywhere," she gasped, her pace quickening, hips slamming down harder now, the sound of their bodies meeting a soft, wet slap that echoed in the quiet room. Lust overwhelmed her thoughts—’He’s so thick, throbbing inside me, hitting that deep place that makes me lose my mind... I want more, want him to ram into me until I break.’

The pressure built, her walls fluttering around him, each thrust sending waves of heat radiating through her.

He groaned, the sensation of her juicy pussy gripping him like velvet fire, slick and hot, driving him to the edge. "You’re so wet... so tight around me. Fuck, Phina, you’re going to make me lose it." His hands gripped her ass, helping her move faster, his thrusts meeting hers with increasing force, the bed creaking in protest.

The feeling was intoxicating—her depths enveloping him completely, the way she clenched with every plunge, pulling him deeper, making his mind blank with need. ’She’s perfect, squeezing me like she’s made for this... I could cum just from how she feels, but I won’t, not yet.’

"Harder," she whispered, her voice breaking into a moan as she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, nipples grazing his skin through the gown. "Xavier... don’t hold back. I want to feel you... all of you."

Her words were punctuated by gasps, her hips grinding in circles to hit that spot inside her, pleasure spiking with each rotation.

He obliged, his thrusts turning hard, relentless, ramming into her with a force that made her cry out, her nails digging into his shoulders. Each plunge hit her deepest parts, his thick length stretching and filling her, the throbbing heat sending jolts of ecstasy through her body.

She felt every inch— the way he pulsed, the friction against her walls, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. Lustful emotions consumed her—’He’s owning me now, that thick cock hitting so deep, making me his... I love it, the way he takes me, hard and unyielding.’

"Like that?" he growled, his voice rough, one hand tangling in her hair to pull her into a bruising kiss. "You’re clenching so tight... cum for me, Phina. Let me feel you shatter." His other hand slipped between them, thumb finding her clit, circling with firm pressure that made her arch.

The combination was too much—the hard thrusts, the teasing touch, the way he filled her completely. She came with a sharp cry, her body convulsing around him, walls fluttering and squeezing in waves of bliss that left her trembling, vision blurring as pleasure crashed over her.

"Xavier! Yes... oh..." Her juices coated him further, the slickness heightening every sensation, her mind a haze of sated fire—’So good, he’s still going, drawing it out... I could die from this ecstasy.’

But he kept going, his thrusts not slowing, ramming harder as he chased his release, the feeling of her post-orgasm pussy milking him pushing him over the edge.

"Phina... fuck, I’m close," he groaned, his length throbbing inside her, the tight, juicy heat too perfect to resist. With a final deep plunge, he came, spilling hot inside her, his body shuddering as pleasure surged through him, filling her to the brim.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged, bodies slick with sweat. Seraphina nestled against him, her hand tracing lazy patterns on his chest, a content smile on her lips. "You... you always know how to make me beg," she whispered, her voice teasing but soft with affection.

Xavier pulled her closer, kissing her temple. "And you always make it worth it." The night held them, their connection deeper, the lust sated but lingering like a promise of more.

Yet, as their breaths evened, Seraphina’s fingers wandered again, brushing his thigh with a featherlight touch.

"What if we’re not done?" she murmured, her eyes sparkling with renewed mischief. "What if I want to taste you again... feel you harden on my tongue?"

He groaned, already stirring at her words, his hand guiding hers lower. "Then show me, Phina. But this time, I won’t hold back."

Their teasing reignited, bodies responding with fresh hunger, the cycle of passion beginning anew in the quiet intimacy of the chamber.

She slid down once more, her lips wrapping around him, the warmth of her mouth drawing moans from him as she sucked slowly, savoring the way he grew under her attention.

The feeling for her was addictive—the salt of his skin, the pulse against her tongue, the way his hips bucked slightly. For him, it was bliss renewed, her mouth a perfect heat that made his thoughts dissolve into pure want.

As the hours slipped by, they explored each other with unhurried greed—kisses turning to bites, touches to caresses that left marks of possession.

Xavier flipped her gently, his lips trailing down her spine, tasting the curve of her back before parting her thighs.

"My turn to listen," he whispered, his tongue flicking against her core, drawing gasps that filled the room.

Seraphina arched, her fingers clutching the sheets, pleasure building again. "Xavier... yes..."