CHAPTER 7
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Seraphina’s Pov
I pressed myself against the cold stone wall trying to use the chill to fight the fire burning through my veins, but nothing helped.
My arms wrapped around my middle while I trembled and tried to stay as far from Dimitri as possible just like he'd ordered.
"Mmm," A low moan escaped despite my best efforts to stay quiet while another wave of heat crashed through me, making my skin feel too tight.
The ache between my thighs was getting worse by the second and I pressed them together desperately seeking any kind of friction to ease the emptiness.
My dress was still bunched up from where Dimitri had pushed it and I could feel how soaked my panties were, the wetness probably coating my inner thighs by now.
"Please," I whimpered so quietly I thought he wouldn't hear, but his sharp intake of breath from across the room told me otherwise.
I bit my lip hard trying to muffle the sounds, but my body had a mind of its own, rolling my hips against nothing while my core clenched around emptiness that felt like it would tear me apart.
The scent of my arousal was thick in the air mixing with his, making my head spin.
"I can't," I gasped while my nails dug into my arms hard enough to leave crescents. "It hurts so much and nothing helps."
Every nerve ending was on fire and even the gentle air current in the chamber felt like too much stimulation against my fevered skin.
I squeezed my thighs together harder, but that just made it worse because the pressure wasn't nearly enough to satisfy what my body was screaming for.
Another moan slipped out, louder this time, and I heard Dimitri growl from his side of the room. The sound made me even wetter which I didn't think was possible and my hips bucked involuntarily, seeking something, anything to ease this torture.
"Seraphina," His voice was strained like he was barely holding himself back. "I can hear every sound you make and smell how desperate you are."
"I'm sorry," I whimpered, sliding down the wall because standing was becoming impossible. "I'm trying to be quiet, but my body won't listen."
"Don't apologize," He said and I heard him move closer though I kept my eyes closed. "This isn't your fault."
The heat was getting worse and I could feel sweat beading on my skin as my breathing turned to panting.
My hands shook as I pressed them between my thighs, trying to ease the ache but I knew touching myself wouldn't help. My body only wanted Dimitri.
"I can't take this anymore," I admitted while tears leaked from my eyes. "This will actually kill me."
I heard him pace closer and my body reacted instantly, producing more slick, while my n*****s hardened to painful points against my dress. Just his proximity made everything more intense and I moaned again, unable to stop myself.
"There might be a way." He said suddenly and my eyes snapped open to find him standing just a few feet away.
His pupils were blown wide with desire and I could see the prominent bulge in his pants that told me he was suffering too.
His hands were clenched at his sides and every muscle was taut with tension like he fought not to grab me.
"What way?" I asked immediately, not caring what it was as long as it helped.
"I could help ease it without us going all the way," He said carefully, taking another step closer. "Without completing the bond or failing the test. Completing the bond means marking each other as mates. As long as we don’t do that, we should be safe."
"Yes," I agreed instantly before he even finished explaining. "Whatever you have in mind, yes please."
He moved so fast I barely saw it, scooping me up into his arms as I gasped at the contact. Even through our clothes, his touch sent electricity through my body and I pressed closer seeking more.
"There's a table," He murmured, carrying me to the corner of the chamber where I hadn't noticed a large wooden table pushed against the wall. "We can use it to..."
"I don't care what we use it for," I interrupted, pressing my face into his neck and breathing him in. "Just please touch me before I lose my mind."
He set me on the edge of the table and the wood was cool against my overheated skin, making me sigh with temporary relief, but then he stepped between my legs and all I could focus on was how close he was and how good he smelled.
"We have to be careful," He warned, his hands gripping the edge of the table on either side of my hips. "There are limits to what we can do without triggering the magic that would kill us."
"I trust you," I said, my hands fisted in his shirt pulling him closer. "Just please help me. I'm burning alive."
His eyes flashed and he made a sound that was almost animalistic before pressing closer until I could feel his heat against mine. "This is going to test every ounce of my control."
"Mine too," I admitted, my legs moving to wrap around him before I stopped myself. "But anything is better than suffering apart."
He nodded and took a shaky breath while his hands moved to rest on my thighs just below where my dress had ridden up. The simple touch made me moan and arch toward him seeking more.
"So responsive," He murmured with dark satisfaction. "Every little touch affects you doesn't it?"
"Only your touch," I gasped while his thumbs rubbed gentle circles on my inner thighs. "Anyone else and I'd probably tear their throat out, but you make me want to submit completely."
"Good," He growled possessively. "Because you're mine to take care of even if we can't fully claim each other yet."
The promise in his voice made me shiver with anticipation while my body prepared itself for whatever he had planned.
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