Why is he making me feel like this?

A part of her wanted to go back to him, wrap her arms around him, and tell him exactly how annoying he was. All of this was so wrong.

But what if... what if going to him would actually make this restlessness disappear?

She shook her head violently, almost desperately.

"Enough, Seraphina. Enough," she whispered. "Don’t go there."

She slipped back into her bed once again, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as she yanked the blanket all the way up to cover her face. She tried forcing herself to fall asleep. But it was the same damn story all over again...

The sexual tension in her body had risen to such an unbearable level that she had no idea how to relieve this maddening restlessness.

Finally, she surrendered. She could no longer deny just how deeply Lucian was affecting her.

Every single move he made during their sparring — it was so fluid, so controlled, and far more skilled than before. When he blocked her strikes, the way his lean arm muscles flexed was impossible to miss... that hard, solid body. And the raw intensity in his eyes when he’d gotten dangerously close, their swords locked and tangled together. His low, husky voice had slid straight into Seraphina’s ears like a whisper:

"You’re looking at me. The real me."

Without asking for permission, her hand slid downward. Over her stomach... and lower.

No. Don’t do this.

But she was already burning. Completely soaked. Even though she was alone, the sheer realization made her cheeks flush with heat.

This is so pathetic. I’ve never been this desperate for any guy before. I—

The desperation had completely taken over. It had been building like this the entire day — ever since lunch when her hand slipped into Lucian’s grip and he pulled her along without slowing down. She felt a shock like electricity. Since training, when Lucian was so close that his heartbeats were clearly audible.

Just... end this now. Throw him out of your mind. Only then will you be able to think straight.

Her fingers slipped beneath the silk.

The moment she touched her pussy, she realized just how slick she was. Absolutely drenched.

"Oh Shit..."

All she could see was him.

Slowly her fingertips started working on those swollen lips, a soft, shaky gasp escaped her.

She spread her legs even wider and yanked the nightdress all the way up to her waist, completely exposing herself in the empty room.

At first her fingers moved slowly, exploring as she traced her slick slit, then circled the throbbing little bud of her clit.

The wet, obscene sounds of her arousal filled the silent room—squelch... squelch...

"Ahh God..."

In her mind, it wasn’t her own hand It was his — Lucian’s.

She imagined that after training had ended, she had stayed behind. Everyone else had left. Only the two of them remained. He had her pinned against the wall, his body pressed hard against hers — solid, powerful, radiating heat.

"You want to know what I was thinking about? You. About how you would feel."

"Ahh Lucian..." His name slipped from her lips in a trembling, desperate moan.

Her hips rolled, grinding against her own hand. His hands sliding under her shirt — those rough, callused fingers from sword training catching on her soft skin. Reaching her breasts, cupping them, squeezing. Pinching her nipples until a gasp tore out of her.

"Ahhh... fuck..."

Her other hand slid upward, doing exactly what she was fantasizing about. She cupped her breast, gripping it hard in her fist. Her stiff nipple rolled between her fingers.

She pinched it... twisted it... A sharp spike of pleasure-pain shot through her entire body like lightning.

The double sensation made her back arch completely off the bed. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, aching with a painful, empty hunger. She pushed one finger inside.

"Oh god... yesss..." So wet.

The lewd, wet squelch of her dripping pussy swallowing her finger filled the room

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

She added a second finger. Stretching. Filling. Her pussy gripped them tight, refusing to let go.

"Fuck... it’s not enough... I need more..."

She imagined him on his knees right in front of her. Those deep, intense eyes staring up at her while his strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wider. His thumbs parting her pussy open.

Mmm, look how messy and wet you’ve gotten. This pretty pussy is clenching so hard for me already... You need me so bad, don’t you.

"Yes... ahhh... yes..." she moaned.

His thumb rubbed her swollen clit hard while his fingers kept pumping inside her.

The wet sounds grew even louder — squelch... schlick... squelch.

Her slick arousal was now dripping down her thighs, completely ruining the bedsheets.

In her fantasy, Lucian’s mouth was on her pussy. His tongue dragging slowly over her soaked folds, tasting her, devouring her.

"Your taste is so damn incredible. So sweet. I could eat this pussy all night."

"Oh fuck... oh god... suck me, please..."

Now his lips wrapping around her clit, sucking it hard while his fingers kept thrusting deep inside her.

"Ahhh! Fuck fuck fuck..."

Her hips started bucking wildly out of control, grinding desperately against her own hand as she chased the pleasure building deep inside her.

She was completely lost in desperation — needy, shameless, and she didn’t care one bit.

Her fingers moved even faster. Pumping. Curling. Searching for that perfect spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes.

Schlick schlick schlick schlick.

"Lucian... oh god, Lucian... your tongue feels so good..."

She pushed a third finger inside, stretching her pussy even more. The added fullness tore a sharp, needy moan from her throat.

But it still wasn’t enough. After all, it wasn’t him.

She pulled her fingers out and quickly changed position. Now she got on her hands and knees — doggy style. Ass high up in the air, face buried deep in the pillow. Presenting herself shamelessly like a desperate woman in heat.

One hand reached back between her spread legs from behind. Her fingers found her dripping pussy at this new angle — deeper, filthier.

"Ahhhh! Fuck!"