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First Encounter
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2026-03-13 03:51:11Sera POV The velvet mask pressed against my temples, a tight, artificial skin that hid the daughter of a ruined dynasty. Outside the stone walls of the Aethelgard conservatory, the Maine wind howled, smelling of salt and dying pines. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, vintage perfume, and the kind of desperation that only old money can breed.
I didn’t come here to dance. I didn’t come here to find a prince. I came here to forget that my father’s name was a punchline in the financial news and that my brother’s life was being measured in gambling debts I couldn’t pay.
I needed to be nothing. I needed to be a body.
"Looking for someone, Little Bird?" A voice drifted from the shadows of the arched walkway, but I didn't turn. I kept walking, my heels clicking against the cold flagstone, leading me away from the ballroom and toward the dark, overgrown gardens where the statues looked like frozen ghosts.
I felt him before I saw him.
The air behind me shifted, growing heavy and charged, like the moments before a lightning strike. I stopped near a high stone wall, the ivy clawing at the rock like fingernails.
"Don't look back," he commanded.
The voice was a low, resonant vibration that crawled up my spine and settled deep in my gut. It wasn't a request; it was an architectural blueprint of authority. I stayed still, my breath hitching in my throat as he stepped into my space. He didn't touch me yet, but the heat radiating from his chest through my thin silk dress made my skin prickle.
"You've been watching me all night," I whispered, the words sounding small against the crashing of the waves in the distance.
"I've been dissecting you," he corrected.
A large, calloused hand suddenly clamped around my waist, pulling me backward until my spine arched against the hard planes of his body. He was massive, a wall of tailored wool and hidden muscle. He tucked his head into the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my ear.
"You're a mess of contradictions, Seraphina. You walk like a queen, but you have the eyes of a girl who wants to be ruined."
He knew my name. The terror should have kicked in, but it was drowned out by a surge of pure, primal heat. I wanted to be ruined. I wanted to forget the scholarship, the thesis, and the "perfect" life that felt like a noose.
"Then ruin me," I challenged, turning in his arms.
In the moonlight, his mask was a jagged piece of obsidian. I couldn't see his eyes, but I could feel them burning into me. He didn't waste time with a kiss. He grabbed the front of my dress and hauled me up, pinning me against the cold stone wall.
"You want to bang a stranger in the dirt, Little Bird? You want to feel something that isn't a lie?"
"Yes," I gasped, my legs instinctively locking around his hips.
He groaned, a sound that was half-animal, and his hand dove under the hem of my dress. He didn't go slow. He didn't play. He ripped my lace panties to the side with a sharp tug and find the wet, aching center of me.
"Look at me," he growled.
I looked. Even behind the mask, the intensity was lethal. He unzipped his slacks with a heavy metallic click and his cock snapped free—thick, hot, and pulsing against my thigh. I wasn't a student here. I wasn't a St. Claire. I was just a girl about to be taken against a wall by a man who smelled like sandalwood and power.
He guided his head to my opening, teasing the sensitive folds until I was whimpering, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Say it," he whispered, his thumb rubbing circles over my clit, making my vision blur. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you... inside. Please."
He didn't hesitate. He thrust upward, a single, brutal surge that filled me so completely I thought I’d break. My back hit the stone, and a jagged breath escaped me. He was huge, stretching me until every nerve ending was screaming.
"Fuck," he hissed, burying his face in my hair as he began to move.
It wasn't a dance; it was a collision. Every time his hips slammed into mine, the stone wall bit into my skin, but I didn't care. I needed the pain to ground the pleasure. He was hammering into me with a rhythmic, violent precision, his cock sliding deep into my pussy and pulling back just far enough to make me beg before driving home again.
"You're so tight," he muttered, his voice strained. "Like you were made just to hold me."
He shifted his grip, one hand anchoring my head while the other held my ass, tilting me to take him even deeper. I was coming apart. The world was just the smell of the sea, the bite of the cold air, and the way he was stretching me open. My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, my internal muscles clamping down on his length in desperate pulses.
He let out a low, guttural roar, his body tensing as he delivered three more deep, punishing thrusts. I felt the heat of him filling me, a thick, searing brand of ownership that made my toes curl.
For a long minute, neither of us moved. The only sound was our ragged breathing and the distant music from the gala. He didn't pull away immediately. He kept me pinned there, his forehead resting against mine.
"Don't breathe, Seraphina," he whispered, his voice returning to 그 cold, terrifying calm. "You're already a masterpiece of sin."
He lowered me to my feet. Before I could catch my breath or find my voice, he turned and vanished into the fog of the gardens. I stood there, shivering, my legs shaking and his heat still leaking out of me.
I didn't know his face. I didn't know his name. But as I smoothed down my dress, I knew one thing: the girl who walked into these gardens was dead.
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