The Depths of Control

Kaelith could feel Seraphine trembling beneath him, her breath shallow, her body torn between resistance and surrender. He had never craved anything more than he craved this moment—this unraveling of hers, this battle between desire and fear. His hands moved with purpose, his touch lingering over the soft skin he had just uncovered.

She let out a breathless sigh as his lips found her shoulder, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles along her arm before slipping lower. The remnants of her torn gown barely clung to her, fabric slipping with each movement. He didn't rush to remove it completely—no, he wanted her to feel the anticipation, the inevitability of what was happening between them.

"You tremble, yet you don't pull away," Kaelith murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Do you even realize how much you want this?"

Seraphine's fingers tightened against his shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin. "You think you know me so well," she whispered, her voice wavering.

"I do," he countered, dragging his lips along the hollow of her throat. "I know you're fighting this, but your body doesn't lie."

His hands slipped lower, his fingers barely grazing her waist before gripping her hips, drawing her flush against him. The sensation sent a shudder through her, her body responding despite the guarded look in her eyes. He kissed the space between her collarbones, leaving a slow, searing trail downward.

Seraphine let out a quiet gasp, her back arching slightly, but she still held something back. Kaelith could feel it—an invisible barrier, a restraint she hadn't yet abandoned.

It wasn't enough.

He lifted his head, his gaze locking onto hers, the intensity in his eyes leaving no room for pretense. "You're still hiding from me," he murmured, his grip tightening just enough to remind her that he wasn't going to let her slip away.

Her breath was ragged as she swallowed, her fingers twitching against his skin. "What if I am?"

Kaelith studied her for a long moment before a slow, knowing smile curled his lips. "Then I'll just have to make you forget whatever it is you're afraid of."

He leaned in, his lips barely brushing hers—a tormenting tease of a kiss that left her breath hitching. His fingers trailed along the edges of her torn gown, toying with the fabric, watching her reaction.

"You want me to stop?" he asked, his voice low, almost daring.

Seraphine parted her lips as if to answer, but no words came. Instead, her hands slid into his hair, pulling him down into a fierce, desperate kiss.

Kaelith groaned against her lips, his control slipping just enough to deepen the kiss, his hands roaming freely now, leaving no part of her untouched. The heat between them flared, consuming, intoxicating, as if the very air around them was charged with an invisible force pulling them together.

Still, a part of him knew this wasn't just about desire. It was about breaking past the walls Seraphine had built, about taking from her what she wouldn't yet give in words.

And he would not stop until he had it.

To be continued…

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