His Innocent Sera

The thing burnt her palm even through the fabric, sending a jolt of shock through her. She recoiled, startled and confused. Her wide eyes snapped to his for an answer only to find her tormentor struggling with himself, his jaw clenched, eyes closed, his breathing uneven as if fighting against something invincible. She was unnerved.

"Wha..what happened?" she asked, clueless to the chaos she was stirring within him. His bloodshot eyes snapped open, locking onto her, scaring her to her bits. "Why did you stop?" he growled, there was something dangerous swirling in his eyes.

"It's hot," she explained. Her innocent gaze was only making it hotter. His features softened slightly in what looked like amusement.

"Is it?" he feigned innocence, capturing her hand in his and guiding it back to the source of the heat. He made her touch it. She felt him shivering over her.

"Sir?" she called hesitantly, figuring out they were doing something they shouldn't be doing. He hummed, not letting her pull away.

"What is it?" she asked, her throat drying. It was so hot and hard, she felt she was grasping a volcanic rock. A wicked smile fell over his lips as he placed a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth

"Your key to heaven," he murmured cryptically before inching away to meet her eyes and added, "play it right and I'll show you what true worship feels like." His promise was filled with dark intents.

"This is wrong," she said, attempting to pull away. He prevented, holding on tighter. He needed to feel her feel him up.

"I decide what's right and wrong for you. You belong to me and you obey only me," he declared, dismissing her concern. She didn't look convinced so he added, "Everything you have is mine and whatever I choose to give you is yours.." pausing, he pressed harder against her palm and continued in a sensual whisper, "This....... is yours."

"But I.." he sealed her lips with his, silencing her protests. He wasn't in the mood to hear any complaints right now. He wanted to descend into the depth of desire with her and cross every forbidden boundary. He was going to show her the extent of his madness.

She had gotten used to his touch yet his intensity still reduced her to a shaking, breathless mess. Every press of his lips against hers felt like the bite of a blade forged in dragon's breath- blistering, lethal. He broke their kiss to let his lips wander over her face, pressing soft, fervent kisses. As he traced a heated path down her throat, she couldn't help but wonder how many women he must have been with to acquire such relentless intensity.

"Unzip me and take it in your hand," he murmured against her damp skin, his tone dark with anticipation. The only time she could play him, however, she liked. She could take her sweet time acquainting herself with it, but he needed her to touch him, right fucking now, without any barrier of clothes. Just skin against skin. Summoning all her strength, she pushed him off her, breaking their kiss. Fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she sat up and scooted backward.noveldrama

"No, I can't do this, please," she curled into herself, not wanting further contact. The desire morphed into frustration as he stared her down.

She looked up at him with her tearful eyes.

"Please," she implored with hopeful eyes.

He ground his teeth in irritation. It felt as if she had poured ice water on his burning desires.

She yelped, startled as he grabbed the back of his head and pinned her with a menacing glare.

"You had to ruin it, didn't you," he seethed, bringing more tears to her eyes. She sobbed.

He yanked her head back and said, "You don't want to touch me? That's fine.." he paused, something was brewing in his mind as he continued, "I'll touch myself right here, in front of you and you will watch."

She was stunned to hear that.

Malice filled his gaze as he warned, "look away for even a second and watch me pluck your eyes out." With that said, he released her and got down from the bed. He sat down in the chair, making it groan under his weight and leaned back, eyes looking into hers. She gulped as he reached down and undid his pants, brazenly so.

Her eyes growing wider with every inch his zipper lowered. Heat rushed to her cheeks, merciless blazes of inferno engulfed her as he pulled down the trousers. And then he took it out. The thing that resembled a sausage. As it reared upward, an image of an elephant proudly raising its trunk flashed before her eyes.

She was speechless, astounded, flabbergasted.

She had learned a thing or two about man's private part through her cursebook, but this was her first time seeing it. It was huge. She raised her timid gaze only to find him burning holes through her face. He smirked upon seeing her expression.

"Already scared?" he teased, wrapping his hand around the meat. She was tongue-tied.

"It's going to be a fun ride with you," he stated, his eyes sparkling with dark, sinful intents. She was unsettled. Resting his head against the chair he began stroking his cock. His eyes held hers captive, daring her to look away.

It had to be the most sensual moment of his life. Pleasuring himself while staring into her deep blue eyes. Messy hair, glistening lips, flushed face.....he let out a guttural groan, making her blush hard. She looked as if she was caught in a spot. Eager to bolt but too meek to give into her urge.

Urge.

He had an urge too. A maddening urge to make her his. An agonizing urge to claim her, to brand her, to possess her like a soul possesses a body. The distance between them was unbearable. His body screamed to close it. He ached to explore her in a way even she hadn't. He wanted to see her fighting her moralities while he drove her to the edge of her limits. Her eyes brimming with unrestrained lust. He wanted to have her sweet body lying under him, devoured and sated.

This was going to haunt her forever. She wished she could look away or sprint off. He had gone mad, his perversion had broken all records The man had no ounce of shame as he touched himself shamelessly in front of her. It was her dying in embarrassment, counting the moments until he finished. How was

she going to see eye to eye with God after this? Holy mother! His thing was only growing harder.

He paced up, feeling close.

"Come closer," he commanded her. She was hesitant at first but obeyed a moment later. He told her to kneel and she did, her fearful gaze fixed on his erection. It was even more intimidating from up close. She just noticed a prominent vein running up his shaft. It was daunting beyond words.

Her sweet scent invaded his space, arousing him even more.

"Who do you belong to, Seraphina?" he asked, snapping her from her scrutiny.

She didn't answer, too overwhelmed and confused.

"Who do you belong to, Princess?" he repeated through his clenched teeth, expecting an answer.

She swallowed and replied, "You."

That was it. Her submissions and he came, spilling his seeds over her face and

chest.