The night fell heavy on my room, shadows stretching across the walls, but all I could see was her.
Selira leaning into me, her body pressed so close my heart had nowhere left to run.
My body betrayed me.
Completely.
I felt it the stiff ache of my cock, straining so hard it pressed into her stomach. My shame burned hotter than any flame, but her smirk… God, her smirk… only widened.
"You're trembling, Kael," she whispered, her voice soft like silk and sharp like a dagger.
Her laugh low, dangerous, sweet rolled into my ear.
Then her fingers found my wrist.
Slowly.
Too slowly.
And she dragged my hand down, under her skirt, sliding across the smooth heat of her thighs until my fingertips brushed the thin silk stretched over her.
Her panties.
Her warmth.
Her wetness.
I choked. My chest heaved.
"Selira "
"Shhh…" Her lips hovered just a breath from mine, her eyes locking me in place. "Feel it."
My hand pressed against her, the silk damp, clinging. The line of her folds beneath it burned against my trembling touch. Selira pushed me harder, her hips rolling just enough to make my knees buckle.
Her thighs—bare, perfect, fire-warmed, tightened around me, holding me prisoner. Her curves framed me, teased me, suffocated me.
"You want to run," she whispered, her tongue darting to bite her lower lip. "But your body… it doesn't lie."
I swallowed, but nothing eased the knot in my throat.
My cock throbbed harder, grinding helplessly against her stomach.
She leaned forward, lips brushing mine but never giving the kiss. Instead, she laughed, soft and cruel. "So hard… pressing into me like you're begging to be eaten alive."
Her words shattered something inside me.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to melt.
But most of all I wanted her.
Selira slid closer, guiding my fingers to rub along the soaked silk, tracing her warmth, up and down. My breath broke apart. Each stroke made her thighs tremble, her moans low and intoxicating.
She tilted her head, her hair falling like a dark curtain between us. "This is your punishment, Kael."
Her hips pressed harder into my hand.
"Until you admit what you crave."
My vision blurred. My blood roared.
Her lips hovered, my hand bound to her heat, her curves wrapping me in sin.
And for the first time I wasn't sure if I even wanted to resist anymore.
I couldn't breathe.
Not when Selira guided my hand deeper against her heat, silk clinging like it wanted to melt into my skin.
Soaked.
Hot.
A flesh beneath, subtle at first then undeniable.
I felt her folds pressing, parting against my fingers through the thin fabric. The silk stuck wet, dragging as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding me like I was already inside her.
Her moan low, desperate, sweetly cruel rippled through me.
"Kael…" she breathed, her voice almost breaking. "Do you feel what you're doing to me?"
My cock throbbed so hard it hurt, straining against my pants, pulsing in time with her rhythm. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream but instead, I pushed harder, rubbing in slow circles, my fingers mapping the soaked line of her slit.
Selira's body shuddered. Then, with a laugh that sent fire crawling up my spine, she caught my wrist and pinned it harder against her. "Good boy," she whispered, eyes glowing, "don't you dare stop."
Her other hand rose, clutching at her blouse. She tugged once, twice and her breasts spilled free, heavy and perfect, the pale swells bouncing as her blouse slid from her shoulders.
I froze.
She giggled.
Then she grabbed them both with her own hands, squeezing, lifting, offering. Her nipples stood taut, pointed, begging. She leaned forward until they brushed my face, soft skin smearing warmth across my cheek, her curves swallowing me whole.
"Do you see?" she whispered, rubbing her tits along my face, teasing, smothering. "Do you see what you make me do?"
I couldn't answer. My lips brushed her flesh, and my entire body jolted with need.
Selira laughed again low, breathy then placed her palms flat against the wall behind me. She arched forward, trapping me, her breasts rubbing down my cheeks, dragging across my mouth. Her scent filled me. Her heat drowned me.
Every time she pressed forward, her soaked panties ground against my hand, her pussy practically begging me to rip the silk aside.
She moaned louder now, huskier, leaning down so her lips ghosted my ear.
"Kael… my body is already yours. Touch me like you mean it."
Her words snapped the last thread inside me.
I pushed harder, fingers curling, pressing along the lips of her pussy through the fabric until she gasped and bucked her hips. My mouth opened, desperate, and my tongue flicked across her nipple.
She cried out short, sharp, erotic and gripped my head, pressing her breast deeper into my lips. "Yes… yes, Kael…"
I sucked.
Hard.
Her moans filled the room, her thighs trembling around my hand, her heat flooding through the thin silk until it was drenched.
Her laughter came again, broken now by breathless gasps. "You can't resist me… can you? Look at you… so hard, so lost, so mine."
And for the first time I didn't fight it.
I wanted to be lost.
Her breasts filled my mouth, her pussy throbbed beneath my hand, and Selira smiling like the devil herself wasn't letting me escape.
Not tonight.
The air felt heavy.
Too heavy.
Selira didn't rush. She never did.
Her smirk was the slow cut of a blade, the kind that dripped pleasure before pain, promise before punishment.
She turned her back to me and walked slow, deliberate hips rolling with every step as though the ground itself bowed beneath her thighs. My heart slammed against my ribs.
Then she stopped.
Just in front of my bed.
Her hands touched the edge of my sheets, and she bent forward, lowering her body into that devilish curve ass arched, thighs glistening, the hem of her skirt barely covering what it had no business hiding.
"Kael," she whispered over her shoulder, voice sharp as honeyed wine, "watch."
And I did.
Gods, I couldn't look away.
Her fingers found the hem of her mini skirt. She pulled it up, inch by inch, teasing me with every flash of smooth thigh until the fabric bunched around her waist. My throat went dry.
White silk panties clung to her curves, wet already, the outline of her folds pressing through. She hooked one finger into the edge and slowly, unbearably slow dragged it down over her ass, her thighs, letting the fabric peel away until it slid to the floor.
Bare.
Glorious.
Skin smooth, glowing, wet.
My knees almost buckled.
"Closer." Her voice was command, not request.
I staggered forward. My hands trembled.
Selira reached back, caught my wrist, and pulled me down with her, until my fingers brushed between her thighs. The heat was instant, shocking, like plunging into a flame that welcomed you instead of burning.
Her pussy was wet.
Bare, slick, trembling against my fingertips.
"Touch me," she breathed, spreading her legs just enough for me to slide along her folds. "Don't pretend you don't want it."
My hand obeyed before my mind could argue. My finger slid inside.
Tight. Hot.
The wetness swallowed me, clenching, pulsing around my knuckle.
Selira's gasp cracked into a moan, low and husky. She pressed back against me, riding my hand, rolling her hips as I pushed deeper.
"Deeper, Kael," she whispered, voice shaking but still devilish. "Make me feel it."
I curled my finger, pressing against the velvet walls of her insides, and her body jolted, moaning louder, hair falling wild around her face as she bent deeper into the bed.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.
Then she moved again—faster this time. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed, pressing my face closer until I was just above her ass, her wetness dripping down my hand.
"Don't just touch," she hissed, half moan, half laugh. "Taste."
She shoved me lower, until my lips brushed the heat of her pussy. The scent alone was intoxicating. Sweet, raw, sharp.
I hesitated.
She didn't.
Selira pressed her hips back, grinding my mouth against her bare folds. My tongue slipped out, barely a flick and she gasped so hard her knees trembled.
"Oh, Kael…" she moaned, pressing me harder into her. "Yes… lick me."
Her body shivered, her thighs tightening around my face as I dragged my tongue slowly along her slit, lapping up the wetness that already dripped down my chin. Her moans filled the room, rising, breaking, sweeter than sin.
And as my tongue slid deeper, Selira's laughter returned devilish, breathless.
"You own me now, Kael… I'm all yours."