Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The evening continued as the crowd began to thin, guests slowly drifting out of the grand ballroom, their conversations now softer, less animated. The golden chandeliers overhead dimmed slightly as the night wore on, casting a more intimate glow over the palace.

Pyris Obsidian stood at the edge of the room, watching as Seraphina Valyrian mingled with the remaining guests. Her every movement was calculated, her smile poised, but Pyris could see the subtle signs of distraction in her.

The tension between them had been simmering all night, and he could feel it building—an invisible force pulling them closer.

Seraphina's eyes kept flickering toward Pyris, her mind clearly split between the conversations around her and the unspoken connection they had shared earlier. She was no longer in full control of herself, and she knew it.

Pyris had shifted the balance, taking what was meant to be a trap and turning it into something else entirely—an intricate dance of seduction, power, and submission.

Pyris's gaze never wavered from her. He was patient, waiting for the right moment, knowing that Seraphina was already unraveling under the weight of her own desire.

'She's fighting it,' Pyris thought, his eyes narrowing as he watched her make her way toward the balcony. But she won't win.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Seraphina paused at the doorway leading to the balcony, her hand resting on the gilded frame. For a moment, she stood still seemingly enjoying the night's view of the capital, her back turned to him, her head lowered as if deep in thought.

It was all the invitation Pyris needed.

He moved silently across the ballroom, the remaining guests and attendants fading into the background as his focus narrowed on Seraphina. By the time she stepped out into the cool night air, Pyris was right behind her.

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The night sky was clear, stars twinkling above as the city of the dragon empire Drakos ruled over spread out beneath them like a sea of lights. The balcony overlooked the imperial capital, but neither of them was interested in the view.

Seraphina stood at the edge, her hands resting lightly on the marble railing. She didn't turn around as Pyris approached, but he could sense the way her body tensed slightly in anticipation of his presence.

"You left the party rather early," Pyris said, his voice low and smooth as he stepped up beside her.

Seraphina glanced at him, her expression calm but her eyes betraying her inner turmoil. "I needed some air," she replied softly, though her words felt like an excuse.

Pyris leaned casually against the railing, his gaze fixed on her. "You've been thinking about what happened earlier, haven't you?"

Seraphina's breath caught for a moment, and Pyris could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes. She looked away, her fingers gripping the marble railing a little tighter.

"You're mistaken," she said, though her voice lacked conviction.

Pyris smirked, leaning in just a little closer. "Am I?"

There was a brief silence between them, the air heavy with unspoken tension. Pyris could feel the pull between them growing stronger, and Seraphina's defenses were crumbling with every second that passed.

"I see it in your eyes," Pyris continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're not just thinking about the power, the politics. You're thinking about what it would feel like to give in."

Seraphina's breath quickened, but she still didn't turn to face him. She was fighting it—fighting the attraction, the desire—but Pyris knew it was only a matter of time before she broke.

"Seraphina," he said, his tone soft but commanding. "Look at me."

Slowly, as if against her will, Seraphina turned her head to meet his gaze. Her violet eyes were filled with conflict, but there was no mistaking the desire in them. She wanted him—more than she had ever admitted to herself.

Pyris took a step closer, closing the distance between them, his hand gently brushing against hers on the railing. "You don't have to pretend anymore. You want this as much as I do."

Seraphina's pulse raced, her mind spinning as she tried to maintain control, but the magnetic pull of Pyris's presence was overwhelming. Her carefully constructed facade was crumbling, and she knew it.

"I..." she started, but her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the words.

Pyris's hand slid over hers, his touch warm and reassuring. "You've been fighting yourself all night. Why keep pretending?"

Seraphina closed her eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath. The cool night air did little to calm the fire burning within her, and every fiber of her being was screaming for her to give in.

And then, with a soft exhale, she let go.

Seraphina turned fully toward Pyris, her body now facing his, the space between them almost nonexistent. Her gaze locked onto his, her resolve wavering but her desire undeniable.

"I hate you for this," she whispered, though there was no anger in her voice—only longing.

Pyris chuckled softly, his hand sliding to her waist, pulling her gently toward him. "No, Seraphina. You don't hate me. You hate how much you want this."

Her lips parted as if to protest, but no words came. Instead, she leaned into him, her body responding to the magnetic force between them. Her hands rested on his chest, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt as she allowed herself to be drawn into his orbit.

"You've played the game well," Pyris murmured, his lips now inches from hers. "But now it's time for the real thing."

Seraphina's breath hitched as the weight of his words sank in. She had been caught in a web of her own making, and Pyris had turned the tables on her so effortlessly. But now, standing here with him, she didn't care about the game anymore.

She wanted him.

Pyris could see the moment of decision in her eyes—the moment when she chose to surrender to the desire that had been building all night. And as she pressed her body against his, her lips barely brushing his, Pyris knew the hunt was over.

Seraphina Valyrian had fallen.