The Demon Queen's Contract

Chapter 55: You got married and didn't even tell us

As we made our way back to our chambers, the day's tension began to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of anticipation. Seraphina's hand on my shoulder felt warm and comforting, but it also sent little jolts of excitement through me. There was an intensity in her eyes that mirrored the fluttering in my stomach.

We reached the door to our room, and Seraphina paused, looking at me with a mix of seriousness and affection. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice soft.

I nodded, my heart beating faster. "I am now."

The night outside was cloaked in a heavy silence, the kind that presses down on the world and makes every sound seem louder, every touch more poignant. We had escaped the chaos, the noise of the day, finding refuge in our room that today felt like a different universe altogether.

The room, illuminated by the soft glow of a single lamp, felt like a sanctuary. It was a place that promised respite from the tumultuous world outside, a haven where the only thing that mattered was the two of us.

Seraphina's eyes, intense and unyielding, locked onto mine with a depth that seemed to pierce through my very soul. Each step she took toward me was deliberate, her movements graceful yet imbued with a sense of urgency.

Her fingers, gentle and warm, brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, the touch sending a ripple of electricity down my spine.

"You scared me today, Elara," she whispered, her voice low and husky, carrying the weight of unspoken fears and deep emotions.

"I'm sorry," I replied, my voice barely audible, trembling with a mixture of regret and a flood of emotions I couldn't fully articulate. "I didn't mean to."

"I know," she murmured, her face inches from mine. Her breath was warm, mingling with mine, creating a bubble of intimacy. "But I need you to be safe. I need you."

Her words wrapped around my heart, squeezing it with a fervent intensity. The depth of her concern, her need, ignited something primal within me. I felt an overwhelming desire to be close to her, to reassure her, to let her know that I was here, safe, and devoted to her.

I reached up, my arms encircling her neck, drawing her into a kiss. It began softly, a tender brush of lips, but quickly morphed into something more urgent, fueled by the adrenaline of the day's events and the undeniable connection that pulsed between us.

Seraphina's hands roamed over my back, her touch firm yet gentle, pulling me closer, melding our bodies together. I could feel the heat radiating from her, a tangible force that seemed to set my very skin aflame.

Her touch was intoxicating, each caress igniting a fire within me that burned hotter and brighter with every passing second. She guided us towards the bed, our lips never parting, our breaths intertwining in a symphony of need and desire.

We fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and fervent kisses, the world around us dissolving into a blur of sensations. Seraphina's hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, eliciting shivers of pleasure that coursed through my body.

I moaned softly, arching into her touch, desperate for more, needing her with an intensity that bordered on desperation.

Her lips trailed down my neck, each kiss sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. "You're so beautiful," she whispered against my skin, her breath hot and tantalizing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"Seraphina," I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer, urging her on. "I want you."

Her eyes, darkened with desire, met mine, her lips curving into a seductive smile. "Then you shall have me," she promised, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine.

She moved with a sensual grace, her hands sliding under my shirt, lifting it over my head. I shivered as the cool air hit my skin, only to be replaced by the warmth of her touch, the heat of her body pressing against mine.

She leaned down, her lips brushing over my collarbone, her hands expertly undoing the buttons of my pants with a practiced ease.

I helped her, our movements frantic and urgent, driven by a need that bordered on madness. Clothes were discarded hastily, forgotten in the urgency of our desire. When we were finally free of the barriers between us, Seraphina paused, her eyes roaming over my body, her gaze filled with raw emotion. ?+????-$??+-?&???@??#??

"I love you, Elara," she said, her voice thick with sincerity, each word a testament to the depth of her feelings.

My heart swelled with an emotion so powerful it almost overwhelmed me. I reached up, cupping her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks. I didn't answer, unable to find the words to express the burgeoning feelings within me.

Instead, I let my actions speak, drawing her into another kiss, slow and deep, a kiss that spoke of promises and devotion, of a love that was still growing, still finding its roots.

Her hands caressed my body, each touch a brand, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She explored every inch of me, drawing out sighs and moans of pleasure that filled the room, creating a symphony of desire. I responded in kind, my fingers tracing the lines of her muscles, the soft curves of her body, reveling in the feel of her, in the connection that bound us together.

The heat between us built slowly, a steady burn that grew hotter and more intense with each passing moment. Seraphina's touch was both gentle and demanding, guiding me towards the edge of ecstasy with a skill that made my head spin. She seemed to know exactly what I needed, what I craved, and she gave it to me with an intensity that left me breathless.

Our movements became more frantic, more desperate, as we sought to reach that peak together. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, the soft cries and gasps, the rustle of sheets as we moved against each other. I felt the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter within me, a pressure that threatened to consume me.

Seraphina's fingers found that perfect rhythm, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Her lips whispered words of love and desire in my ear, each word a spark that pushed me closer and closer to the edge. "Seraphina," I moaned, my nails digging into her back as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.

"I'm here, my love," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm that anchored me, grounding me as I teetered on the brink. "Let go for me."

With a final, shuddering cry, I did just that. The world around me exploded into a million stars of pure bliss, the intensity of the moment consuming me utterly. Seraphina held me through it, her touch grounding me, her presence a steady anchor in the storm of pleasure.

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, I clung to her, feeling spent and exhilarated, every nerve ending still tingling with the aftershocks. She kissed me softly, her fingers brushing through my hair in a tender gesture that spoke volumes of the love and devotion she felt.

It was a touch that reassured me, that grounded me, and in that moment, I knew that I had found something precious, something worth fighting for.

She smiled and pushed open the door, letting us inside. As soon as the door closed behind us, the atmosphere shifted. The room felt like a sanctuary, a place where we could leave the world behind and focus on each other.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I clung to her, feeling spent and exhilarated. She kissed me softly, her fingers brushing through my hair, a tender gesture that spoke volumes.

"I love you," she said again, her voice filled with emotion.

I didn't aswer but just closed my eyes I was a bit tired.

We lay there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the closeness. But just as we began to relax, there was a sudden noise at the door. We both froze, turning towards the sound as it swung open.

"You got married and didn't even tell us, Seraphina," a voice said, filled with mock indignation.

We both sat up, startled and embarrassed, to see a figure standing in the doorway.

The woman standing in the doorway was a striking figure, her presence commanding immediate attention. She had long, flowing white hair that cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall.

Her piercing red eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and authority, hinting at a depth of experience and wisdom. Small, elegantly curved horns protruded from her forehead, adding an air of mystique to her appearance.

Despite her advanced age, there was a vitality about her, a sense of strength and power that radiated from her very being. I was still catching my breath and feeling a mix of curiosity and trepidation, I had never seen this woman before and couldn't help but wonder who she was and what she wanted.