Novels by Seraphina ink

Chapter 4Lila’s pov“Damien, I cannot wait until after the next lecture.I need us to meet in your office again right after class ends today because thinking about your mouth has me soaked already,” I said leaning close to him in the hallway after everyone filed out my voice low but full of urgency.The hallway was emptying fast and the risk of someone overhearing made my pulse race but I did not care.I wanted him too badly.My pussy throbbed at the memory of our last time and I shifted my weight trying to ease the ache between my thighs.He glanced around quickly then nodded his hand brushing mine for a second. “Lock the door when you come to Lila .We cannot afford any mistakes but yes I need to taste you again too.”His tone stayed professional for anyone passing by but his eyes burned with that same hunger that always left me weak.

Chapter 3Lila’s pov“Damien the footsteps are right there do not stop now I need you to keep going even if someone is listening at the door,” I whispered around his thick cock my voice muffled and urgent as the handle jiggled slightly outside.My knees pressed harder into the carpet, my pussy still dripping from the near orgasm while I sucked him with slow careful movements trying not to make too much noise.The risk made my heart pound even faster and my walls clench around nothing wishing he would fill me soon.He pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, his hand still tangled in my hair as he listened intently. “Fuck Lila you are going to get us caught but I cannot resist you any longer either,” he muttered low his cock glistening with my saliva and throbbing inches from my face.The footsteps paused longer then finally continued down the hall fading away leaving us alone again in the rainy o

Chapter 2Lila’s pov“Professor it is pouring rain outside and I could not stop thinking about what almost happened in the lecture hall earlier today with your fingers buried inside me,” I said, stepping into his office during the late evening hour.My clothes damp from the downpour clinging tight to my breasts and hips.The door clicked shut behind me and the sound of rain hammered hard against the window making the small space feel even more intimate and charged.My heart raced fast as I watched him look up from his desk, the lamp glowing soft on his face highlighting the tension in his jaw.Damien leaned back in his chair running a hand through his hair, his eyes narrowing on me. “Lila you should not be here right now especially after what we did earlier that was risky enough already and we both know it.”His voice came out strained but his gaze traveled slowly over my wet

Chapter 1Lila’s pov“Professor Cross, don’t you think the whole point of forbidden love in these books is that it feels so damn good because it’s wrong?” I said, leaning forward on his desk after everyone else had left the lecture hall.My skirt rode up my thighs just a bit as I shifted, and I didn’t bother fixing it.The way his eyes flicked down for half a second made the heat pool low in my belly.Damien Cross looked up from the stack of papers, his dark brows pulling together in that serious way that always got me going.He was older, mid-thirties, with a sharp jawline and those broad shoulders straining against his button-down shirt. “Lila, you’re my brightest student, but you keep pushing this angle.Forbidden doesn’t make it right. It just makes the consequences messier.”His voice was low and rough, like he was trying to sta

Chapter 8Ellie’s povAs he came deep inside me one final intense time on this never-ending day, Marcus held me close, his breath hot against my ear. “We can’t stop, Ellie. I don’t want to,” he whispered, his cock still twitching inside my overflowing pussy.I kissed him back passionately, my tongue dancing with his while my walls squeezed him tight, milking every drop. “Never, Daddy. This is us now, no matter what the consequences are. I need your cum in me every chance we get.”The words felt raw and real as we lay tangled in the marital bed, our bodies slick with sweat and sex.He pulled out slowly, watching the thick white cum leak from my swollen hole. “Look at that beautiful mess. Your tight little cunt belongs to me now.”I shivered, reaching down to push some of it back inside. “It feels so full and dirty. I love being your secret slut while Mom is away.&rd

Chapter 7Ellie’s povNight had fallen but it was still the same wild day in our secret world. After the risky couch fuck we could barely keep our hands off each other.Marcus pulled me back upstairs to the bedroom. “Teach me how to ride you Daddy.I want to feel every inch while I control the pace,” I said pushing him down on the bed. He was hard again, his thick cock standing ready.I straddled him slowly, sinking down, taking him deep into my cum soaked pussy. “Fuck yes you are so tight Ellie. Milk me with that young cunt.”I started slow grinding my hips in circles feeling him stretch me. “Like this Daddy? Does my pussy feel good?” He groaned hands on my ass guiding me.“Perfect baby girl. Now bounce faster.” I picked up speed riding him hard, my tits bouncing in his face.He sucked on my nipples, biting gently, making me moan louder. &ldquo

Chapter 28Derek’s POVThe venue visit had dragged on for what felt like an eternity.Mom was in full wedding-planner mode, dragging us from location to location, discussing lighting options, seating arrangements, photo backdrops, and floral installations in exhaustive detail.The air in each venue smelled of fresh flowers and polished wood, but all I could focus on was Marcus, the heat of his body whenever he stood close, the low timbre of his voice, the way his hand would brush against mine when Mom wasn’t looking.By the time we finally headed home in the late afternoon, the sexual tension between us had reached a dangerous boiling point.Every accidental touch during the day had left my skin buzzing.Mom pulled into a grocery store parking lot. “I need a few things for dinner,” she said cheerfully. “I’ll be quick. You two wait here.”The moment her figure disappear

Chapter 27Derek’s POVThe afternoon sun warmed the campus quad as Lena and Mark finally cornered me near the library steps.I had been dodging them for days, but today there was no escape. Lena planted herself directly in front of me, arms crossed, her sharp eyes locked on my face with that familiar mix of concern and suspicion.“Okay, spill it, Derek,” she said without any warm-up. “You’ve been acting strange for weeks now.You barely respond in the group chat, you look exhausted every single time I see you, and you practically jump out of your skin whenever anyone mentions the wedding or Marcus.What’s really going on? Don’t give us the ‘it’s just stress’ line again.”Mark stood beside her, nodding seriously. “We’re your friends, man. If the family situation with the wedding and Marcus moving in is stressing you out this badly, talk to u

Chapter 26Derek’s POVThe dining table had completely disappeared under layers of wedding chaos. Brochures for venues, flower arrangements, cake samples, color swatches, and seating charts covered every available surface.Mom sat at the head of the table like a general commanding her troops, her face glowing with pure joy as she flipped through yet another thick catalog.“What do you think of this garden theme for the ceremony, boys?” she asked excitedly, pushing a glossy page toward us. “The string lights and flower arches would look so romantic in the photos!”Marcus, ever the perfect fiancé, leaned in beside her and nodded thoughtfully. “It does look beautiful. Very elegant. Derek, what’s your opinion?”I forced a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Yeah… it’s nice, Mom. Really nice.” Under the table, Marcus’s foot slowly rubbed against my ankle

Chapter 25Derek’s POVThe fight exploded the moment Lena left. I paced the living room, unable to contain my panic and anger.“This is your fault, Marcus! You keep pushing every boundary.The secret touches under the table, the risky sex while Mom’s home, Lena saw something today. She looked right at me and knew.If she figures it out and tells Mom, everything is going to explode. Our whole family will be destroyed because of us!”Marcus stood up, eyes flashing with frustration. “My fault? You’re the one who keeps saying yes every single time.You could have stopped this weeks ago, Derek. You set boundaries and then broke them yourself. Don’t put all of this on me.”“I tried to stop!” I shouted, voice cracking. “I really tried. I went on that stupid date with Sophie to prove I could still be normal. I told myself over and over that this was wro

Chapter 24Derek’s POVThe campus quad was busy with students rushing between classes, but Lena had cornered me near the library steps, her sharp eyes narrowed in that way that always made me nervous.“You’ve been avoiding me,” she said, arms crossed. “And don’t give me that ‘busy with research’ bullshit again. Something’s going on with you, Derek. I can see it.”I shifted my backpack, trying to look casual. “It’s just family stuff with the wedding coming up. It’s stressful.”Lena wasn’t buying it. “Uh-huh. And does that ‘family stuff’ explain why you look like you haven’t slept properly in weeks? Or why do you get weird every time Marcus’s name comes up?”My stomach twisted. The near-misses, the constant tension, the secret encounters during wedding planning, it was all wearing me down.Lena had always b

Chapter 23Derek’s POVThe dining table was covered in wedding magazines, venue brochures, and color swatches.Mom sat at the head, beaming with excitement as she flipped through another catalog.Marcus sat beside her, playing the role of the perfect fiancé flawlessly.I was trapped across from them, forced to participate in planning the event that would officially make him my stepfather.“What do you think of these centerpieces, honey?” Mom asked, pushing a page toward me.I glanced at the photos of elaborate floral arrangements. “They look nice.”Marcus’s foot hooked around my ankle under the table again. The secret touch sent a jolt up my leg.I tried to pull away, but he held firm, his expression never changing as he discussed catering options with Mom.The planning sessions had become daily torture. Every meeting forced us into close proximity