Seraphina
I ran back to my room, feelings of disappointment and disgust washing over me.
I should have listened to my instincts and stayed in my room, but no, I had to be an inquisitive person.
I genuinely wanted to tour the place and maybe see Kael to know that he was doing fine.
What I hadn't expected were the sounds of two people moaning. The door had been slightly open, or else I wouldn't have heard anything.
As I ran back to my room, I couldn't help the strange feeling of jealousy that was slowly strangling me.
It's not like Kael and I were dating or anything, but even still! I mean, he was my bodyguard and was hot and… older.
Stop it, Seraphina. I tried to silence the voices inside my head. I climbed into my bed, but somewhere deep down, I could tell that I was hot with need.
The way Kael fucked her and the sounds that filled the air had left me wet as hell. The feeling of jealousy twisted my insides, but desire brimmed just at the surface too.
Why her? Was she the girlfriend he spoke about? My mind went back to when we had arrived; the look she gave me didn't look the slightest bit welcoming, and suddenly everything was slowly falling into place.
That was why, on our way to my room, she was asking me really personal questions. As I slumped on my bed, I crawled into the duvet and stared at the ceiling.
I buried myself deeper under the comfort of the blanket, but the sheets still felt too warm, too heavy.
My skin prickled with heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.
Every sound I'd heard still replayed in my head, looping over and over until it started to feel like torture.
But my need to be touched was almost suffocating. It'd been a while since I last thought of the masked man who had occupied my sexual fantasies.
Now all my thoughts were filled with were images of Kael fucking Cleo. I needed release, some sort of satisfaction.
Unable to hold back the urge, my hands started to move—one grabbing my boobs, the other finding its way to my pussy.
Sultry images of Kael danced behind my eyes, what he must look like naked, what those powerful arms could do. What would he taste like if he kissed me right now?
My hands moved, and I inserted a finger into my pussy. I didn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips.
Images of Kael's mouth on mine, him fucking the daylights out of me, every thought of the events that took place disappeared and was replaced with Kael's tongue sucking my clit.
I inserted another finger and increased my pace, squeezing my nipples and biting down on my lips, trying to stretch my release.
Memories of how Kael protected me further warmed my body, and I could feel my passion on the brim of climax.
Thrusting my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, my juices warming my thighs, my release was near.
With one final thrust, I came. The intensity of my climax fanned through all the tightness that had held me all day.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the night lamp painting faint shadows on the walls.
The silence that had once felt powerful now felt unbearable. I could still hear faint echoes from down the hall, or maybe it was just my mind refusing to let go.
I sighed and threw the duvet off me, sitting up. My body still buzzed with a restless kind of energy that made it impossible to stay still. I hated how much it affected me—how much he affected me.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
When I first met Kael, I thought he was arrogant; too composed, too distant, too unreadable.
But somewhere between the chaos, the danger, and the nights he spent watching over me… fuck, I shouldn't be thinking about him at all. I didn't even like him in a romantic way.
Sure, there was an attraction, but it was just the physical thing, not anything deep. At least I knew that much.
A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "You're pathetic, Seraphina," I muttered under my breath.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily, indifferent to my little breakdown. I should have been asleep hours ago, but sleep felt impossible.
Every part of me felt restless. I tensed as the events of the day began rushing through my mind.
I could have died today, and instead of being grateful that I survived, here I was thinking about something so foolish.
I stood up and walked toward the window. The moonlight spilled across the floor, silver and soft, and I pressed my palm against the cool glass.
Outside, the courtyard was quiet. The fountain glimmered faintly in the night, water catching the light as it fell from the Cupid statue's bow.
It looked peaceful, as if the world beyond my walls wasn't spinning out of control.
I tried to focus on the calm. The stillness. Anything but the weird feeling sitting in my chest.
A knock on my door shattered it.
My heart jumped. I turned, hesitating. It was late—too late for anyone to be visiting. My first instinct was to ignore it, but then a voice came through, low and familiar.
"Seraphina."
Kael.
For a second, I couldn't move. I just stood there, frozen, staring at the door like it was something alive.
Another knock, softer this time. "I know you're awake."
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. What was I supposed to do? Pretend I hadn't heard him?
Against my better judgment, I walked to the door and opened it just a crack.
Kael stood there, shirtless, his torso bandaged tightly. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his skin, and the exhaustion in his eyes was obvious.
But what caught me off guard wasn't the injury, it was the look on his face.