“Wait,” she stammered, her voice trembled. “Who…”
But the man silenced her with a deep kiss, his lips engulfed hers as though he’d done it a thousand times before. Her body reacted instinctively, heat pooled in her stomach, but her mind screamed confusion. Her gaze darted around the room, trying to take in her surroundings. She was in a lavish bedroom, the air heavy with the scent of candles and vanilla, rose petals scattered across the floor. Everything screamed intimacy but she had no idea how she got there—or who this man was. Then it dawned on her, this wasn’t her life, it wasn’t her body, it was her first mission. His fingers found a nipple, pinching it lightly between his thumb and forefinger. Nia gasped into the kiss, it felt thrilling yet foreign to her. He released her lips , and his mouth found her neck where he licked at the sensitive skin. “You taste divine, Rosetta,” he murmured against her skin, his voice was thick with desire. “so sweet, so tempting.” Who was Rosetta? She hadn’t activated the necklace so she had zero memories of this world or who owned the body, all she knew was that her body wanted something—it ached desperately—ached for him. His hand moved lower to cup her breast, and kneaded the flesh, his thumb circling her now-hardened nipple. “Ahmmm” she moaned, her body arched. He broke away from her neck, his gaze locked onto hers as he continued to play with her nipple. “You like that, don’t you?” he purred, his eyes dark with lust “You want more?” Nia could only nod, her breath came in shallow gasps. He smirked, clearly pleased by her response, and lowered his head to capture her nipple in his mouth. He sucked gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazed at the sensitive nub. “Oh gosh….” She whimpered, her back bowing as waves of pleasure cascaded over her, his other hand left her breasts, trailing down her stomach until it reached the middle of her thighs. He paused there, his fingers brushed against the thin fabric of her panties. “So wet for me already,” he murmured, “I can’t wait to taste you.” With that, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, revealing her folds that glistened with pussy juice. Nia bit her lips, feeling more sluttier as his eyes roamed her nakedness. He didn’t waste any time, shifting position so that he was kneeling between her legs. His fingers returned to her pussy, slipping beneath her folds to find her clit. He rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit, and it earned him a sharp gasp from her. “Feel good, love?”he asked, his green eyes searched hers with intent. “You’re going to feel even better soon” His fingers went deeper, finding her entrance and sliding inside. Nia’s hips jerked at the strange invasion, her inner walls clenched around his fingers. Slowly, he thrust in and out, his thumb circled her clit steadily “Ahmm…ughhh fuckin…fuckk” she struggled to breath, her body tensed as the pressure built in her stomach. She could feel the edge coming, the orgasm that was threatening to shatter her body. But just as she thought she might cum, he suddenly slowed his movements, and pulled his fingers entirely out. “Please…don’t stop” she begged, “Shh…” he soothed, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Not yet, I’m not done teasing you…” Without a warning, he parted her legs wider, his hands caressed the inside of her thigh as he positioned his head between them. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body quivered with need, waiting for what he wanted to do to her. And then, his tongue darted out, licking a slow, deliberate path up her clit. “Ohhhh” She gasped, her head tilted back as she arched her hips into him. His tongue was warm and wet, and the way it slid up her wet swollen pussy electrified her. He teased at her clit, just barely brushing against it, and she groaned, her naild dug into the sheets beneath her. “Please” she whispered, her voice echoed differently with desire. “Don’t t-tease me” “Oh, but I love teasing you,” he replied, his lips curled into a wicked smirk against her skin. “I love watching you squirm, hearing you beg.” His tongue entered deeper, slipping inside her folds as he began to explore every inch of her pussy.. “Ahmmmmm” Nia cried out, her legs shuddered as he found a particular sensitive spot inside her. He flicked his tongue over it, again and again, and she bucked against him, her hips grinding against his mouth as she tried to get closer to cumming. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, “You like having my tongue inside you?” She nodded, unable to form words as she stared down at him.. Her body was on fire, every nerve tingled with need. She needed more, needed him to push her over the edge. He must have sensed her desperation, because he didn’t make her wait for long. With a low growl, he returned his attention back to her pussy, this time devouring her. His tongue plunged deep inside her, curling and twisting as he looked for every sweet spot within her. Nia’s hands flew to his head, gripping his hair as she guided him, showing him exactly where she needed him the most. His tongue found her clit again, he sucked on it hard, his teeth grazed the senstitive part that drove her mad “Oh god, godddd” she screamed, Her orgasm built quickly, too quickly and she knew she was close. So close, but just as she was about to tumble over the edge, he pulled away again, his lips trailed her inner thigh as he kissed his way back to her core. “No, please,” she begged, “You’re torturing me, don’t stop” “Shhh, love” he whispered, “I promise, you’d feel every single thing I want to do to you, so patience” And with that, he returned to his attention to her pussy, this time using his fingers to stroke her inner walls while his tongue worked its way on her clit, her pussy spilled more wet slimy juices in his mouth. Nia’s body trembled, her hips bucked helplessly as she writhed in the sheets, “Fuck, yes” she gasped, “Touch me there, please” He obeyed, his fingers found that same spot inside her that had driven her wild before. He stroked it gently, then harder, faster, pumping his finger in and out, he delved another finger inside her, making her body convulse with each powerful thrust “I-i- can’t take it anymoreeeeee” she cried out… She jerked her hips further into his face as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for breath. Her vision blurred and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, her body spasmed uncontrollably as she came hard, her juices flowed freely into his waiting tongue And he latched his mouth onto her pussy, suckling and just milking her for everything she’s got for him, not leaving a drop. When she finally began to come down from her high, he continued to kiss and lick at her folds, keeping her on the edge of another orgasm. “You taste so good,” He murmured, his voice husky with desire as he looked up at her. “So sweet.”His eyes beamed slightly, like she had given him the go ahead to go all out on her. Swiftly, he placed her two legs on the table And pressed her chest gently till she lay flat, her body exposed to him. Her nipples pink and hard, waiting and begging for his touch. Her wetness leaked from her entrance desperate for his cock. His hands roamed her body, like he was tracing every curve, every inch of her. He soon got on top of her, his weight pressed her down just enough to make her feel utterly overwhelmed by his scent. “You’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen, Seraphine,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear as he pulled down his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock, with precum beaded on his top. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire of just taking her whole. But he was taking his time He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock teased sloppy entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His need for consent even drov
His lips crashed again hers in a needy kiss, their tongues entwined. His upper lips sucked her bottom lip softly, but needy. Nia’s hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened. Her fingers moved into his hair, tangling in his curls. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as his tongue slid against hers, turning on something she hadn’t felt ever since she left Massimo. The canvas crashed to the floor as Liam scooped her up from the stool. He carried her towards his work table, and swept his arm across it, sending paintbrushes and jars of pigment tumbling to the ground. He lifted her effortlessly, her butt jiggled as he placed her on the now clear surface as his lips never left hers. “Liam,” she breathed, her voice barely audible as his hands moved to her bra, fumbling with the clasp before tossing it aside. His touch was rough but gentle at the same time, like the need to consume her but worship every inch of her.
“You mean, naked?” She almost choked on her words, Her breath caught in her throat, Liam was a complete stranger. Connection or not, she still didn’t know the guy. “You can leave them on if you’re more comfortable,” He said, his voice steady. “I’m sorry if that sounded, erm…” The words just scattered and he couldn’t put them in place, But before he could say more, her hands moved to the hem of her coat, pulling it away from her body. He quickly turned away, and for a moment, she thought he might leave. But instead, he grabbed a piece of light silk fabric from a nearby table and approached her with slow steps. “Here,” he said, draping the fabric over her shoulders. It fell loosely down her back, barely covering her but somehow making her feel less exposed. Nia could almost smell the nervousness on him, but yet he tried to put himself together just to make her comfortable. “You can sit here,” He pointed toward the raised platform near the window, where the city lights would norm
“Liam Vale, I’m an artist.” He stepped closer, a polite smile played his lips as he extended a sleek black card toward her. The crisp edges brushed her fingertips like an invitation laced she knew was a bad idea. But how many bad ideas has she had, this probably wouldn’t count. “I’d like to paint you. My studio isn’t far,” he offered again, Her eyes darted back to him, while her lips parted to give him a response. But she couldn’t come up with one that wouldn’t put her in danger with him, Julien. Nia's fingers hovered near the card, trembling slightly. Something about him moved her, she was sure it wasn’t just because he’s a carbon copy of micheal. His gaze, warmth, the polite and comforting aura around him. It called to her, and his eyes begged her for a good response, or at least take the card from him. “I would..” she was cut off when an arm snaked possessively around her waist, yanking her closer. With how possessive and violently territorial it was, she knew
“The Elysian Art event” The moment Nia stepped into the grand, dimly lit venue, she felt the weight of every eye on her. The gallery echoed with soft conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and the quiet admiration of art. Paintings and sculptures were arranged elegantly , their creators stood proudly beside them, eager to secure a wealthy buyer when the event starts. Her gaze moved across the room, taking in the familiar environment . From Sera’s scattered memories, she could recall this was Julien’s guilty pleasure—an exclusive art pop-up event that only the elite had access to. It was held every three months, always in a big secretive location, a gathering where art was not just admired but treated like a weapon—bought, claimed, and manipulated. And Julien thrived in it. He didn’t just collect art. He consumed it. Bought pieces from struggling or promising artists only to repaint them, to reshape them, to strip them of their identity but not to make them his own He want
“Please, I can’t. it’s too much—” Julien’s response was a low, possessive growl, his pace quickened as if her plea only fueled him further. “You can take it,” he snarled, as he leaned over her, his lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “You’ll take everything I give you, Sera. Because you’re mine. You belong to me.” His hips snapped forward, as he drove into her with a force that made her cry out, her nails dug into the edges of the counter. But it wasn’t enough for him. Not tonight. He needed to see her, to look into her eyes as he claimed her. With a swift, almost violent motion, he flipped her onto her back, her legs instinctively wrapped around his torso as he carried her with him, and pinned her against the wall. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, but before she could even gasp, his cock buried inside her again, thrusting into her with an intensity that left her clawing at the wall for support. “Look at me,” Julien commanded, his voice dark and demandin