His Innocent Sera

Sera decided to let her hair down today. She gently ran the comb through her copper-kissed waves while humming a tune. After such a long time she was feeling at peace. It was as if someone had lifted the suffocating boulder from her chest, even though only for brief moments, she could breathe without feeling the weight of his presence crushing down on her.

Feeling gaiety, she lifted her arms and began dancing. Her feet painted silent poetry on the floor, her body moving in graceful movements. There was no hesitation, no conscious thoughts. Her body swayed in perfect harmony. The wind seeped in through the open window and started playing with her locks. She looked so divine while dancing. She loved dancing. It was her way of expressing herself. She had never danced in front of anyone before. Nobody knew about her secret talent, not even Nathan.

Her eyes absently wandered over to the painting hanging on the wall. Halting, she made her way towards it and took it off the wall.

"I bed you farewell," she wordplayed while sliding the painting underneath her bed. A giggle broke free as she indulged in her own joke. She liked to think she was witty, too bad no one cared enough to truly know her. For a few days only, she was going to forget about him and live freely. Live as Seraphina Diaz, not his slave.

She loved baking and so she had prepared muffins for old folks there. Serving them for almost a month now, she realized more than anything those elderly angels needed love. And love was always the main ingredient in her sweets. She couldn't understand how children could be so stone-hearted to abandon their parents like this. She would sooner die than do the same to her own. Her parents didn't abandon her when she was a child then how could she?

After getting ready, she left for the old age home. She had already made breakfast for everyone. She was only needed in the house for cooking and doing household chores. And so, she never left a task undone, fearing that if she did, even the little significance she held would disappear.

"Good morning, Mrs. Alberto," Sera beamed, offering the older woman a radiant grin.

"Good morning, dearie," Mrs. Alberto replied, her countenance brightened upon seeing her.

"It's a lovely day, today. Perfect day for muffins," Sera chirped and fetched a muffin from the box, making the woman grin wider. Gloria might have dissed her cupcakes but people here loved her baking. A wallflower everywhere else, she was a popular face here. Best known for her dazzling smile and nurturing company. Unknown to her, she embodied nature in its gentlest form, exuding healing energy and bringing life wherever she went. She had no idea how many wounded souls had found solace in her presence. Blissfully oblivious to her powers.

She distributed muffins among her elderly friends, finding her happiness in theirs. Like them, she was also never loved. No one had ever told her they loved her- not even her parents. Sometimes she couldn't shake the feeling that she was just a burden for her parents. Just an unwanted child they were forced to bear with. The thought hurt her more than she could explain in words. Growing up, several nights she cried herself to sleep after finding out the Santa of their house only visited her brother's room. For years, she wrote him several letters on Christmas Eve and placed them under the tree, hoping, praying he would pick one this time. But by morning, they remained untouched, right where she had left them while her brother's would vanish, replaced by gifts. Her only wish had always been the well- being of her family and a chocolate bar since she never had a whole bar of chocolate by herself. The Santa wouldn't even bother to open the letter, let alone grant her innocent wishes. Christmas wasn't good. Not a Christmas had passed without her tears.

They never said it out loud but their behaviour never needed words either. But despite it all, she loved her mom and dad. She loved them with every ounce of her being.

While going towards the office, she collided with someone. A hand swiftly gripped her forearm, breaking her fall.

"Easy there," a masculine voice followed. Instinctively, she ripped her arm from his grip and backed away. His rules were etched into her brain.

Her eyes met with a pair of green eyes which exuded a hint of amusement as they assessed her. He was cute but she looked away immediately and began walking around him.

"Seriously? Not even a thank you?" he quipped, making her stop in her tracks. He turned to face her, his lips curved into a good-natured smile.

"Thank you," she answered avoiding eye contact with him.

"Name is Giovanni," he introduced, holding his hand out to her. She gazed hesitantly at his hand.

"Thank you, Giovanni," she answered instead of introducing herself and walked off. Giovanni smirked.

Nate turned off the lights and leaned back in his chair. His wistful sigh echoed loudly in the room, suggesting his restlessness.

Since that moment, she hadn't left his head even for a second. Her face kept flashing before his eyes, unraveling his focus, testing his patience. The urge to be near her was getting stronger, crueler. He was hot all over, consumed by a raging desire.noveldrama

What the fuck was wrong with him.

He turned on his Mac, fingers drumming impatiently as he opened the application. In an instant, her room filled his screen.

His breath hitched.

There she was, lying beneath the cover, lost in her dream world. The moonlight streamed in through the window, tracing the gentle curves of her face, flirting with the thick waves of her hair, relishing what wasn't meant for it. Jealousy coiled deep in his chest. The moon had no right to touch her. It should have been his hands caressing those delicate features, his breath in her hair, not the fucking moon. He was even jealous of that blanket. If she needed warmth and comfort, she should take it from him. Only him. Only he was meant to admire her beauty. Only he could touch her. She belonged to him.

He had fixed a camera inside her room before leaving. The thought of not seeing her for a few days had compelled him to do this.

He zoomed in only to be thrown off by her natural beauty. She looked ethereal- too beautiful for this ugly world. He leaned in unconsciously for a closer look, drawn by her beauty. His hand reached out on its own, tracing her features with longing. A few strands had fallen across her face. He ached... yearned to reach through the screen and brush them away, to feel her warmth against his fingertips.

She was too innocent for sinful thoughts. Too pure for dark intents. But not for him. His demons saw her as an irresistible seductress. Her innocence fed his ravenous urges, her purity relentlessly tempting him to commit a sin so atrocious that even hell would turn him away.

He had no desire for hell or heaven. The only desire that throbbed in his veins was lying before him.

"Sera," he murmured hoarsely, eyes transfixed on the screen as he pulled out his hard cock.