SERAPHINE
The mansion was quiet, almost unnaturally so.
Even the rain outside seemed to hesitate, tapping softly on the windowpanes. I followed him through the long corridors, heels clicking on polished marble, every step echoing like a countdown to something inevitable.
"Where are we going?" I asked, voice light, but her pulse betrayed her nerves.
"Somewhere private," he replied, calm, his gaze piercing. "Where no one can see you."
My stomach twisted.
My mind screamed run, but every fiber of my being was drawn to him dangerous, irresistible, possessive.
They entered a dimly lit study. Dark wood, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, leather chairs. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across his angular face.
Azrael closed the door behind us.
Silence wrapped around us like a velvet trap.
"You've been reckless," he said softly, stepping closer.
"Flirting with danger like it owes you something."
"I know what I'm doing."
His lips curved slightly not a smile
"You think survival is enough," he murmured, voice low, rough. "It's not. Not for you. Not for me.
Not if you're in my world."
I swallowed hard. My eyes darted away but he caught my gaze instantly. He never missed a thing.
"You don't get to look away," he said, moving closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him, overwhelming me.
"Not from me."
Her breath caught. She wanted to step back she wanted to fight yet she remained rooted.
Every warning in my mind drowned beneath the pounding of my pulse.
He reached out, fingers brushing my jaw, lifting my face up. Possessive. Demanding. Dominant.
"You belong to me," he whispered.
"I'm not yours," I replied, voice trembling but defiant.
But inside me, I was loving what I was hearing.
"Do you want to test me?" His lips grazed the shell of my ear, soft, deliberate, leaving fire in their wake.
My knees weakened slightly. I swallowed, trying to hold my ground, trying to maintain control I had long thought lost.
He moved closer, chest nearly touching mine, breath warm against my cheek. His hands settled on my waist firm, claiming, protective.
"You can fight all you want," he said, voice low, gravelly, dangerous. "But I will take what's mine."
The words sent a shiver through my body. Something I wanted. Something I both hated but couldn't deny wanting
I murmured Fuck!.
Under my breath, because this time I was already loosing it.
Azrael didn't move too fast. Not yet. He leaned just enough to let me feel the heat, the tension, the possessive promise behind his gaze.
My pulse thundered in my ears. My lips parted. My body reacted to him in ways I hadn't felt in years. My mind screamed run, yet I could not move.
He pressed a hand to my lower back, lifting me gently, guiding me closer. Every movement precise, intentional a predator with prey, yet a man who wanted me.
The fire crackled.
He knew what he was doing, he wanted to have me under his control, the only one to make me moan uncontrollably.
The only to see this side of me shivering with desire.
Shadows danced across the room. The world outside ceased to exist.
"You think you're in control," he murmured. "But everything you do, everything you feel, everything you will… belongs to me."
My breath hitched. My eyes darkened with defiance and desire.
"I'll never let you own me," I whispered.
He smiled faintly.
Cold.
Dangerous. Calculated.
"We'll see," he said.