Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]-Chapter 38: Seduced

Seraphina's Pov

As I sat on the very edge of Electra's bed, my body tensed, every muscle tightening in an effort to keep as much distance as possible between us, but, before I could blink, Electra reached out, her hand finding mine, and with a smooth tug, she pulled me closer until we were barely inches apart.

My mind instantly went blank, and it was as if every nerve in my body had flared to life all at once, each one registering her proximity, the heat radiating from her skin, and even the scent of her faint perfume.

I could barely breathe.

Was this what having a crush felt like? This overwhelming sensation, like my entire body was betraying me, eager to be closer to her, despite every rational part of me warning otherwise.

It felt as though my pulse was doing somersaults, jumping and racing as I sat there, meeting her intense gaze.

When I realized that I'd been staring into Electra's eyes for too long, I quickly looked away, trying to gather my thoughts. My gaze drifted down to the bed, which only seemed to make things worse.

The memory of what I'd seen on this very bed a few days ago—the way Uria and Electra had been wrapped up in each other, lost in passion—resurfaced, and I felt a surge of heat rush to my cheeks. I couldn't shake the image, no matter how hard I tried, and the thought made my pulse quicken even more.

I began to wonder, almost unwillingly, if Electra had any intention of making today my turn. The thought was as thrilling as it was terrifying, and my mind betrayed me yet again, conjuring images of what it would feel like to have Electra's mouth on me, her hands exploring every inch of my skin, and turning me into that same breathless, moaning mess I had witnessed Uria become.

I'd never experienced anything like that, never even come close, but the thought of it, of her touch, made something in me tighten, and a strange heat pooled low in my belly.

The feeling was something I couldn't even put into words, something new and entirely out of my control, as if my entire body had decided to go rogue. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to calm myself, attempting to recall why I'd come here in the first place.

I hadn't come to Electra's room to let my mind wander into such dangerous territory. I was here because I needed an answer and because I needed to know if Electra had been behind what happened to Yura.

The thought of Yura's terrified and cold body, as well as her struggling breaths, jolted me back to reality.

I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm myself. "Electra," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "Like I said earlier, the reason I came here is to ask you... what happened to Yura. I want to know if you... if you were involved."

Electra's expression shifted slightly, but instead of answering, she leaned in closer, and I found myself frozen, unable to move as her presence seemed to fill the entire room.

Her hand reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, and a shiver ran through me at the lightness of her touch. Her fingers lingered at my cheek, tracing a line down my jaw, her eyes studying my face with an intensity that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.

"Tell me," Electra finally murmured, "what exactly happened to Yura, and why are you here asking if I had anything to do with it?"

Her question threw me off balance, and my voice came out weak and trembling. "You mean, you don't know what happened to her?" I stammered, almost choking on the words.

The thought that Electra might actually be innocent—that she wasn't behind Yura's suffering—brought a pang of guilt, but then again, her expression was so calm and so composed, as if she had already predicted what I would ask.

Instead of answering, Electra's lips curled into a slight smile, the kind that both unsettled and captivated me. With a sudden tug, she pulled me even closer, leaving no space between us, and her face was mere inches from mine.

Her breath was warm, tantalizing, and my pulse quickened as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Did you really come all this way to talk about other people?" she asked, her words grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Or was that just an excuse to be here?"

I couldn't respond. My thoughts were a mess, torn between wanting to pull back and daring myself to stay, to face whatever this feeling was head-on.

Did I really come here for answers, or had I simply used Yura as a reason to be near her, to feel this thrill once again? The way she looked at me, so confidently, made me wonder if she could read my mind, and my words stumbled out, barely coherent, as I tried to hold on to some kind of control.

"I… I only wanted to know the truth," I stammered, though even I could hear how weak and unconvincing it sounded.

Electra's lips hovered dangerously close to mine, her gaze dropping to my mouth before returning to meet my eyes.

She tilted her head, a wicked glint in her eye, her fingers tracing a lazy line from my jaw to my collarbone. "I don't think so, Seraphina," she murmured. "I think there's something else you want from me."

Before I could process her words, her lips touched mine, a feather-light kiss that sent a shock of warmth through me, igniting something deep inside. It was as if everything in me had been waiting for that touch, and when it happened, I felt as though I were coming undone.

The kiss didn't deepen; it didn't become anything more intense. Instead, she pulled back slightly, only to let her lips graze along my jaw, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

My skin seemed to come alive under her touch, and I couldn't hold back the soft sound that escaped me—a sound I hadn't known I could make, something raw and unguarded.

Her lips moved down to my neck, lingering there, her mouth pressing softly yet firmly against my skin. I couldn't stop the quiet moans that slipped from me; I couldn't stop my body's response to her; the way my breathing became shallow, my head tipping back instinctively.

Every kiss and every touch of her lips sent waves of warmth and longing through me, and it felt as though the world outside this room had ceased to exist.

I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation, each brush of her mouth on my neck a new jolt of sensation, each one more intense than the last. Her touch was gentle yet possessive, a contrast that only heightened everything I was feeling.

I wanted more, wanted her closer, and wanted this to never end.

But just as suddenly as she had started, Electra pulled back, leaving me feeling adrift, as though I'd been abandoned at the peak of something I hadn't even understood.

A small, involuntary sound of disappointment escaped me, and I opened my eyes, feeling heat creep into my cheeks at how openly I had reacted.

She chuckled softly, clearly amused by my reaction, and her voice was soft, almost taunting, as she spoke. "So, Seraphina," she whispered. "Would you like me to stop and talk about Yura… or would you prefer I continue?"

Her question lingered between us, her gaze locked on mine, waiting. Part of me screamed to leave, to push her away and insist on finding the truth, but the other part—the part lost in this strange, thrilling feeling—couldn't bear the thought of her stopping now.

I could barely breathe and could barely think, but in that moment, there was only one thing I wanted.

I swallowed, my heart pounding, and with every ounce of courage I could muster, I met her gaze, my eyes drifting down to her lips before I whispered, "Please, don't stop."