His Innocent Sera

She resisted, a whimper ripped from her throat, but there was nothing stopping her tormentor. He eagerly tore the piece off her. There was a sense of urgency in his touch, an unbearable need to see all of her. The faint thud of her bra hitting the floor echoed in the quiet room, causing her heart to race faster.

Her chin remained tucked to her chest, her eyes downcast as he spun her around. The scorching heat of his gaze felt unbearable as he shamelessly checked her out. Beyond embarrassed, she raised her hands to cover herself but before she could, he caught them mid-motion, unwilling to let her obstruct his view. He had beheld countless breathtaking sights but none had ever stolen his breath or sent his heart racing like this. He was hypnotized.

He released her hands, eager to explore every inch of her.

"My mark suits you," he murmured, pressing his thumb against the old bruise on her neck. She lifted her lashes to look at him. Tears traced down her cheeks upon seeing the burning hunger in his eyes. She flinched as he traced the delicate length of her collarbone with his fingers before journeying down to explore her tender part. As he went lower, his lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he noticed her stiff peaks, "Your body responds to my touch every time."

Instinctively, her hand shot up and curled around his wrist, stopping him from going any lower. She was beyond embarrassed now. He met his eyes, warning swirling in them.

"Leave my hand," he ordered sternly. She shook her head.

"Don't," she implored, appearing so small and vulnerable in front of his tall, imposing frame. She couldn't bring herself to comply this time.

With a savage pull, he yanked her against him, her bare soft curves colliding with the rigid muscles of his abdomen. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening in shock. His fingers clamped around her jaw, digging into her skin while his furious gaze held her captive.

"Deny me again and see what I'll do," he threatened coldly. She whimpered, frightened by the shift in his demeanor. He looked like a hungry predator impatient to devour his prey.

"You belong to me, Sera. Every inch of you is mine to touch, to claim to own," he asserted, looking fiercely into her eyes. His obsession to own her had consumed him to the point he had lost his sanity. The social norms could go and fuck themselves, he was going to claim her in every way possible. From the endless sky of her eyes to the soft petals of her lips, every part of her was his to take. Every time he claimed she was his, a dreadful shock would jolt through her. He bent and connected their mouth in a dominating, possessive kiss. He had eliminated every breath of space between them. Her stiff tips rubbing against his abdomen as he moved, sending jolts of shockwave through his body. She had woven herself into his veins and now he was addicted to the fire she ignited within him. The craving to steal the adorable hue of her lips would never fade.

His arms tightened around her in a vice-like grip, molding her body to his.

As soon as he broke the kiss, she gasped for air, his mouth already trailing down her jaw, leaving hot blazes of desire behind. He followed with soft, fervent kisses down her throat, each kiss, a blend of passion and longing. Her chest rose and fell with every breath she took, playing with his self-control. His entranced gaze followed the erotic motion for a moment before he lowered his face, pressing a heated kiss to the curve of her bosom.

His lips tingled against her soft skin, a sense of delight filling him. He was utterly raptured by her tenderness, she felt even more delicate than the candyfloss he used to savor as a child. He felt her heart pounding against his lips, a smirk curved his lips. It wasn't only her who had his heart racing this wildly. This was his first time too. It was his first time touching and caressing someone intimately. No one had ever fascinated him to the point of madness, where he ached to explore every part of them.

He heard her sucking in a breath as he edged closer to her hard peaks.

"So soft, so beautiful," he murmured against her skin. His lips drifted lower, grazing her areola, drawing a sharp gasp as her fingers dug into his shoulder. Flicking out his tongue, he touched her peak with the tip of his tongue. She shivered in his arms.

But before he could take it in his mouth, she stopped him by holding his face and making him look up.

Her tear-filled eyes imploring him she asked desperately, "Can you not stop until my birthday? I promise I won't stop you then."

She had an unmatched talent for ruining his mood.

The way anger filled his features, she realized he didn't like her proposal.

"Why are you being so stubborn?" he asked, annoyed. His fingers digging painfully into her wrist.

"Let me keep my honor until then, please, I promise, after that, I won't stop you. You can do whatever you want," she promised, desperate to buy some time. Disapproval was clear on his face.

"Please," she croaked out, on the verge of breaking down if he refused. His jaw clenched as he reluctantly pulled away, frustration seething beneath his skin.

"Only a few days more. After that, I won't hear a word of protest from you," he growled like a barely restrained animal. She nodded eagerly, relief washing over her. A few more days of life.

"Get the gown now," he ordered, backing away a little. She picked up the gown with trembling fingers, the cold gusts of air nipping at her exposed skin. But the chill was nothing compared to the searing intensity of his hawk-like gaze, burning into her bare body.

She put it on quickly, hiding herself.

She reached behind her back to tie the lace but her fingers fumbled, unable to grasp it. As she struggled he stepped in behind her. His fingers brushed her skin as he caught the lace. She stilled. And then with restrained control, he pulled the lace, tightening the fabric around her curves, binding her breath as well.

Even after tying the ends, his fingers lingered against her skin. She felt him moving closer, her instincts turned alert.

"I swear, I'll make you pay for every second of this torment," he whispered in her ears while his fingers traced patterns on her back. She was too anxious to form a reply.

Grasping her shoulders, he turned her around. She lowered her gaze, feeling shy. This was the first time she had worn something this revealing. Her boobs were

almost out but at least she was wearing something.

The dress hugged her curves perfectly, turning her into pure temptation. She had always been seductress in his eyes, but seeing her in this-wrapped in silk and sin made the hunger in himo unbearable. His nostrils flared as he felt his self-control slipping again.

"Come closer and kiss me," he commanded, his face unreadable but his eyes

held something dangerous.

She stayed rooted to her spot.

His jaw clenched in anger and that was all it took her to eliminate the distance between them. Rising on her tip-toe she reached up to lock their mouth.noveldrama

"Bend," she whispered back, unable to reach him. He was standing straight. He stared at her with a neutral expression for a long moment. She struggled to reach up but he offered no help.

And just when she was about to give up, he grabbed her waist and lifted her, connecting their mouth. Her lips remained frozen against his.

"Fucking move them," he hissed. She

quickly opened her mouth and began mimicking his action. She sucked on his lips, already knowing what they taste like. He let her have his way but soon his controlo snapped and he found himself devouring her mouth. He kissed her fiercely, letting her frustration seep in. He bit into her tender flesh and mauled them under his.