Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The cool night air wrapped around them, but the tension between Pyris and Seraphina was hot, charged, and undeniable. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath as she stood so close to him that their bodies almost touched.

The moonlight painted her golden hair in silver, and her violet eyes, though filled with uncertainty, were bright with something far more potent—desire.

Pyris could feel her pulse quicken under his fingers as his hand slid from her waist up to her neck, gently tracing the line of her jaw. Seraphina's breath hitched, her lips parting ever so slightly, but she said nothing.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The silence between them was louder than any words could be. She wanted him—needed him—but part of her was still fighting the inevitable.

"Seraphina," Pyris whispered, his voice low and intoxicating as his thumb brushed lightly against her soft lips. "Why fight it?"

Her body trembled under his touch, her walls crumbling with each passing moment. She had come into the night with a clear mission, but all of it seemed to melt away in the heat of Pyris's presence. He wasn't just seducing her; he was unraveling her entire sense of control.

And for the first time, Seraphina didn't want to be in control.

"Because..." she began, but her voice faltered. Her body betrayed her, leaning closer to him, her head tilting ever so slightly toward his lips. The words died on her tongue as she stared up at him, the desire in her gaze raw and unguarded.

Pyris, always attuned to such moments, leaned in until his breath mingled with hers. "Because what?" he asked softly, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

A shiver ran down Seraphina's spine, and her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment. Every instinct in her told her to pull away, to keep her defenses up. But Pyris's voice, his presence, the way his fingers traced her skin—it was all too much.

The barriers she'd built over the years, the carefully constructed persona of a princess in control of her every move, had been shattered.

"I can't...," she whispered, though her body was already betraying her words, moving closer, surrendering.

"You already have," Pyris murmured, his voice laced with victory.

Seraphina's breathing quickened, her heart hammering in her chest as she realized the truth in his words. She had already fallen, already surrendered, and there was no going back. Pyris's hand moved lower, brushing against her waist, pulling her closer as their lips hovered just a breath apart.

This was it—the moment she had been dreading and desiring all at once. Her mind screamed for her to resist, but her body—oh, her body—had already made the choice.

And in that instant, she closed the final distance between them.

Their lips met in a slow, electrifying kiss that sent sparks shooting through her entire body. Seraphina gasped softly against his mouth as Pyris deepened the kiss, his hands tightening around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

His dominance was palpable, and Seraphina found herself melting into him, her hands sliding up to his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if it were the only thing grounding her in this whirlwind of desire.

Pyris's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve as the kiss grew more intense, more passionate. Seraphina's heart raced, her body responding to his every touch, every whisper of his lips against hers.

She had never felt anything like this—never.

Her mind, once filled with doubt and hesitation, was now consumed with only one thought: 'I want him.'

Pyris could sense it—the final surrender. She was his now, fully and completely. Her submission had been hard-fought, but Pyris reveled in the victory. His hands slid lower, pulling her even closer as his lips moved to her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

Seraphina moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair as she tilted her head back, giving him full access to the delicate skin of her throat. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation as Pyris claimed her in a way no one ever had.

"You belong to me now," Pyris whispered against her ear, his voice a soft growl that sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

Seraphina's breath caught in her throat at his words, a mixture of defiance and excitement surging through her. She had spent her entire life being in control, being the one pulling the strings.

But now, in Pyris's arms, she found herself wanting to let go—to belong to him.

"Yes..." she breathed, the word barely a whisper, but it was all Pyris needed to hear.

Pyris pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking onto Seraphina's, and what he saw there made his blood hum with satisfaction. Her defenses were completely shattered. She was his.

The cool night air contrasted with the heat between them as Pyris led Seraphina further into the shadows of the garden, away from prying eyes. She followed willingly, her hand slipping into his, her body pressed against his side.

There was no hesitation now—just the undeniable pull of desire.

They found a secluded corner, hidden from the view of the palace, and without a word, Pyris pushed Seraphina gently against the marble wall. His lips found hers again, more demanding this time, and she responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his chest and shoulders as their kiss deepened.

Seraphina moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his as Pyris's hands moved over her waist, pulling her even closer. The intensity of his touch, the dominance in his movements—it was everything she had never allowed herself to want, and yet here she was, giving herself over to him completely.

His strong hands slid down her hips, gripping them possessively as his lips moved to her neck, biting gently at the sensitive skin there. Seraphina gasped, her body trembling under his touch, the fire between them threatening to consume her entirely.

"You're mine," Pyris whispered against her skin, his voice a mixture of command and promise.

"Yes," Seraphina breathed, her hands gripping his arms as if holding on for dear life. She had never felt anything like this—never. And now, she couldn't imagine feeling anything else.

Pyris's hands moved lower, his touch igniting every nerve in her body, and Seraphina moaned softly, her head tilting back as she surrendered fully to him.

She had fallen. And there was no going back.