Seraphina felt weightless in his arms, her body so light that it seemed like she might float away at any moment. Instinctively, she gripped him tighter, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I'll do what you want… just, inside. Be gentle," she whispered, her voice trembling with nervousness.
He paused for a moment, eyes narrowing as if considering her request. "Oh… I see," he finally replied, his voice low. Without saying anything further, he started walking toward the mansion.
Finding a room wasn't difficult. Banquets like these always had spare rooms for guests who needed a place to rest or recover from too much drink. And for someone like Seraphina, who was known to be unwell, it was even easier. As soon as the staff recognized her face, they quickly escorted her to a quiet, dimly lit guest room.
Once the door clicked shut behind them, he wasted no time. His lips were on hers again, hungry and forceful. Seraphina barely had a chance to react before his tongue slipped past her parted lips. She tried to push him back with her small hands, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them by her sides, leaving her with no choice but to submit.
He pressed her against the wall, his body pinning her in place. With a swift tug, he pulled at the buttons on her back, and her dress slid down, revealing her bare skin.
The moonlight poured in through the window, illuminating her pale, porcelain skin. His gaze locked onto her chest, and without hesitation, his lips trailed down from her neck to her breasts, teasing the sensitive peaks with his tongue.
"W-wait… a minute…" Seraphina gasped, her voice shaky as she felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation spread through her body. Her back stiffened at the coolness of his breath against her skin, and her hands clutched his shoulders tightly.
This was nothing like what she had imagined. She had read about it in books, but the reality of his touch was so different. His hands weren't gentle or delicate. They were rough and possessive, and they seemed to consume her with each movement.
As his mouth grazed her nipple, a soft squeak escaped her lips, and she instinctively tightened her grip on him. The sound of him sucking at her chest echoed in the quiet room, making her face burn with embarrassment.
"You're feeling it, aren't you?" he asked, his voice full of amusement.
"Is… is it weird?" Seraphina asked, her eyes wide with confusion.
He chuckled at her naivety, his lips curling into a smirk. "No, it's not weird. It's good that you're feeling it," he whispered, his voice low and sultry.
Her innocence only seemed to ignite his desire further. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest, encouraging her to explore him. Her cold fingers slowly moved across his shirt, and he let out a low groan.
This was new for him, too. He had never expected to feel such intense heat from her touch. He wanted to take things slow, to savor the curiosity in her eyes, but the temptation was overwhelming.
His hand slid down from her chest, brushing against her waist before moving to lift the hem of her dress. Seraphina's face turned bright red as his fingers grazed her thighs, leaving behind a faint mark on her porcelain skin.
"There's not a single place on you that isn't pure white," he remarked, his tone full of admiration. His own skin, tanned from years of sword training, stood in stark contrast to her flawless complexion.
As his hand moved higher, slipping under her thin underwear, Seraphina's eyes widened in panic. She reached for his shoulder, her heart racing.
"That… that's…" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"How much longer do you expect me to wait?" he asked, his tone soft but firm, the hunger in his eyes clear as day.