Selira finally smiled. Not her usual smirk, but something slower, more dangerous the kind of smile that bent the air around her.
"So, Kael…" she whispered, leaning in, lips curling as if she'd just solved the puzzle. "…Aimee isn't the only one, right?"
My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, trying to force words out, but nothing came. The silence stretched, betraying me.
She tilted her head, watching me struggle, then stood up. Her skirt shifted with the motion, a flash of her thighs catching the corner of my eye. My pulse jumped.
Selira's hand came down on my shoulder, light at first then her nails dragged, slow and deliberate, down my arm. "You know what I think, Kael?" she murmured, her voice dripping honey.
Before I could answer, she leaned closer, her breath brushing my jaw. Her body pressed in, and I could feel the weight of her curves against me. She giggled softly, a low, teasing sound.
"I think…" Her fingers traced my chest, stopping just above my pounding heart. "…you're just another playboy too, uhn?"
I froze. Heat rushed through me, tangled with guilt, confusion, lust. everything she always stirred up in me without even trying.
Her lips hovered near mine, not kissing, just there, close enough to set me on fire. "Don't tell me I'm wrong," she whispered. "Because I saw you with Mia… and now, here you are with me."
She tilted her head, eyes glittering behind her slipping glasses. "Which one is it, Kael? Or do you just like keeping us all wrapped around your fingers?"
My breath caught. Every word hit like a blade and a caress at once.
I didn't know if I wanted to deny her… or prove her right.
Her words sliced, but the way her body pressed into me made it impossible to pull away. My throat tightened, the silence between us turning into a rope she tied around me.
Selira smirked, leaning closer until her lips brushed my ear. "Mmm… you're not denying it. Figures."
Her hand slid down, flattening against my chest, fingers splayed. She gave a teasing push, and I stumbled back against the desk. She followed no hesitation, her body fitting against mine as though she planned it all along.
"Don't look so scared, Kael," she purred, giggling when she saw how stiff I'd gone. "I told you… your touch powers me up. So why are you holding back now?"
Her hand guided mine. brazen, deliberate — pressing my palm against the curve of her breast. My pulse roared in my ears.
"There," she whispered, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. "Just like that. Seven minutes once wasn't enough for me, Kael. You remember, don't you?"
Her hips shifted, brushing against mine, slow and dangerous. I tried to steady my breath, but it came out shaky, giving me away.
Selira laughed softly, the sound wicked and sweet at once. She leaned back just enough to look into my eyes, her own glittering like she already won. "See? You're trembling. You want me to stop?"
I didn't answer. My body betrayed me before I could find words.
She leaned in again, pressing harder, lips ghosting over my jaw. "Thought so."
Every touch, every word, was hers now. I wasn't leading, I wasn't even resisting. Selira had wrapped me in her game completely, and the truth was… part of me didn't want to escape.
Selira's smile was the kind that made your blood rush and your chest tighten at once. She sat on the desk first, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately, so the skirt rode up higher. My throat went dry.
"Kael," she whispered, eyes gleaming like a cat's in the dark, "before we continue… there are two lessons."
" Wait—what ? Two?" I managed, already wary.
She nodded, hopping down, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she stepped closer. Her perfume hit me first, sweet but edged with something sinful. "First…" she leaned in, her lips barely brushing my ear, "…you learn control."
Then she slid back, turning away, and bent forward to pick up a pen she'd let fall to the floor. My jaw nearly unhinged. The way her hips swayed, the tight stretch of her thighs under that little skirt… it was fire. Absolute fire.
I looked away, covering my face with my hand. "You're doing this on purpose."
"Of course I am," she teased, straightening slowly, brushing her hair aside, flashing a smirk over her shoulder. "What's the point of a lesson without a little heat?"
My pulse was racing so loud I thought she could hear it. She walked back toward me, slow steps, her fingers tracing along the desk as though time itself had slowed down for her amusement.
"And the second lesson?" I asked, though part of me didn't want to know.
She tilted her head, smirking. Then she leaned over me, pressing her hands on either side of the desk, her body so close the swell of her chest grazed mine with every breath. Her voice dropped low:
"Second lesson, Kael… is that sometimes, to win a girl, you have to touch fire. Even if it burns."
Her hips brushed against me as she straightened, laughing softly at my expression. I stepped back quickly, nearly tripping over the chair. She giggled, eyes glittering.
"Relax," she said, swaying toward me again. "It's just practice. Or are you scared of me?"
My lips parted but no words came out. My body was a storm of nerves and heat, caught between running for the door and never moving again.
She caught my wrist gently, placed my trembling hand on her waist, and whispered, "Seven minutes, Kael. That's all. Think you can survive me for that long?"
Every part of me screamed no.
And yet my hand didn't move away.
My throat was dry before she even started the countdown. Selira's smirk alone was already melting my spine.
"Ready?" she purred. "Seven minutes. No moving away. No excuses. If you survive, maybe you're ready for the next step."
I swallowed. Maybe I'm already dead.
It [started...]
She leaned against me from behind, exactly like she said. Her soft curves pressed into my back, her breath teasing my neck. Then—suddenly her hands slid down my arms and wrapped around my waist. My knees almost buckled.
"Relax," she giggled. "You're so stiff, Kael. What, never had a girl hug you from behind before?"
"I—" I coughed. "Not like this."
Her hands didn't stay innocent for long. She slid them up my chest slowly, tracing my shirt as though memorizing me. I squeezed my eyes shut. My entire body felt like a ticking bomb.
"Don't close your eyes," she teased, her lips brushing my ear. "That's cheating. I want you to watch me play with your self-control."
I opened them reluctantly. Worst mistake. The mirror across the desk showed everything: Selira pressing against me, her skirt barely covering those thighs, her mischievous smirk.
"God help me," I muttered.
She laughed. "Oh, He's not invited."
She shifted. And by shifted, I mean she deliberately pressed her chest harder into my back. The weight of it soft, warm, overwhelming nearly sent me to my knees.
"Seven minutes, Kael," she whispered. "Just keep breathing."
"Easy for you to say," I choked out.
She hummed, amused. "Don't worry. If you faint, I'll tell everyone you were allergic to… my perfume."
Her arms unwrapped from me, only for her hands to snake lower, tugging at my shirt hem, almost grazing my hips. I jumped.
"Still alive?" she teased.
"Barely," I croaked.
"Good." She leaned closer, lips almost brushing the back of my neck. "Because this is only halfway."
She swayed her hips deliberately against me as she adjusted her stance. My soul left my body.
"This—this isn't training anymore," I hissed.
"Of course it is," she purred. "I'm teaching you resistance. What's love without temptation, hmm?"
"Temptation is supposed to be optional!"
She giggled. "Not when I'm your teacher."
Her hand slid up, resting boldly over my chest, pressing lightly, almost like she was feeling my heartbeat pound through my ribs.
"Mm… feels like a war drum," she murmured. "You're so easy to read, Kael. Your whole body betrays you."
I swallowed hard. Six minutes. Just one more. Survive.
"Don't count too fast," she teased, reading my thoughts somehow. "We still have… twenty slow seconds."
She leaned in, closer than ever, until her lips grazed the edge of my ear. My hands trembled at my sides, fighting the urge to grab her and push her away or pull her closer.
"Time's up," she whispered. Then giggled. "But you look like you lost five years off your life."
I stumbled forward, gasping for breath as if I'd run a marathon.
Selira smirked, tilting her head, eyes burning with wicked delight.
"Not bad for your first lesson. You didn't faint. You didn't run. That's progress."
I groaned, clutching my chest. "That wasn't progress. That was torture."
She only leaned closer again, her voice dropping to a husky whisper:
"The second lesson… is a kiss lesson."
My heart stopped. "Nope. Not doing it. Absolutely not—"
I darted for the door before her grin could swallow me whole.
Behind me, her laughter rang out, devilish and amused, echoing like a spell I'd never escape.