[Warning: Heavy NSFW. You can skip this chapter.]
"W-Wha?!" Clara practically short-circuited, her brain scrambling for a response.
She was trembling, not out of fear, but from the unfamiliarity of it all. It was nothing like what she had imagined love would be. It felt impure, unrefined—yet somehow, irresistibly nice.
Serafine, the menace that she was, simply smirked and leaned in for another slow, deliberate kiss along Clara's neck. "Mmm, doesn't this feel good?"
"I-It tickles..." the girl barely managed to whisper, her breath hitching as her fingers instinctively clung to Serafine's arm, desperate for something to ground her.
It was warm, intimate, like a perfectly placed bandage on a wound she didn't even realize she had. It was dangerous, addicting. Everything she never knew she wanted.
"You've never experienced anything like this, don't you?"
"No, never..."
"But are you curious?"
