Chapter 9- Elias Montclair

The sanctum was sacred ground—hallowed, untouched, a place where devotion and restraint reigned.

Yet now, the air was thick with something far more sinful.

Elias lay splayed against the altar, his robes undone, spilling open to reveal the sculpted planes of his chest.

And Seraphina… Seraphina was on her knees before him.

Her fingers ghosted over the lines of his abdomen, reveling in the way his muscles tensed under her touch. She had meant to take this slow, to tease, to draw him out inch by inch—but the sight of him like this, unraveled in his own sanctum, sent a reckless hunger coursing through her veins.

"You shouldn't be doing this," Elias murmured, though his breath hitched when her lips brushed his skin. "This is not—"

"A sin?" she teased, letting her tongue flick against his skin. "Or temptation?"

His jaw clenched. "You are—" His words cut off with a sharp inhale as she pressed another kiss lower, just above his hip bone, her warm breath making him tremble.

"You take confessions, don't you?" she mused, glancing up at him. "Then hear mine."

"I've wanted to see you like this," she confessed softly. "Shaken, wanting—"

"Seraphina," he warned, voice low, strained.

She dipped her head, pressing her lips to his stomach, feeling the heat of his skin against her mouth. His breath hitched, and his fingers tangled into her hair, guiding, urging—his control slipping as she worshiped him with lips and tongue, tasting the forbidden.

A sharp inhale. His body jerked when she went lower, dragging her mouth over the sensitive dip of his hip.

"Seraphina—" His voice broke, his grip tightening in her hair, but he didn't stop her. He couldn't.

She felt the way he trembled beneath her, the way his restraint frayed with every passing second.

This man—the revered, untouchable Elias Montclair—was coming apart at the seams for her.

And she was drowning in the pleasure of undoing him.

Her kisses traced the sharp lines of his hips before finally, finally, she took him into her mouth.

The sound he made—deep, unguarded, utterly undone—sent heat pooling between her thighs.

He clenched his jaw, his head tipping back, silver hair spilling over the altar as she hollowed her cheeks, working him with a slow, agonizing rhythm. His hands trembled against her scalp, torn between pulling her closer and pushing her away.

"Seraphina," he gritted out, his breath ragged, "you have no idea what you're—"

She sucked harder, and whatever control he had left shattered.

A low, broken groan escaped his lips, his grip tightening, hips jerking involuntarily as she took him deeper, tasting the salt of his skin, the heat of him filling her mouth.

The system window flickered in her vision, glowing bright.

[Elias Montclair – Affection MAX]

But she didn't care about numbers anymore.

Not when he was coming undone for her.

Not when the sanctum was filled with nothing but the sounds of his pleasure, raw and unrestrained, as she ruined him beneath the altar of his own god.

And when he finally shattered, his body tensing, a gasp leaving his lips as he spilled into her mouth, she swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste of victory.

Minutes passed in silence, nothing but the sound of his ragged breathing and the flickering candlelight casting shadows around them.

When Elias finally opened his eyes, they burned with something dangerous.

"You," he murmured hoarsely, his thumb brushing against her swollen lips, "are going to ruin me."

She smirked, licking her lips. "I think I already have."

A soft chime echoed in Seraphina's mind. A golden glow flickered at the edge of her vision.

The system window had updated.

[Elias Montclair – Affection: 97 → MAX]

[Elias Montclair – Desire: 89 → 100]

[Elias Montclair – Obsession: ??? → ???]

Her lips curled. So, he had fallen deeper than even the system could measure.

Tomorrow, the implications of this would ripple through the kingdom. But tonight, she had achieved exactly what she wanted.