Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]
Chapter 227 227: Mine

Third-person POV

As soon as Electra and Seraphina stepped inside the small storage room, the air between them shifted—thickening with something almost unbearable.

The door clicked shut, and before Seraphina could even register what was happening, Electra turned sharply, her hand finding the lock, and with a sharp twist, she secured the door behind them.

Before Seraphina could so much as breathe a word, Electra's hands were on her, pushing her back against the door. The force wasn't harsh—it wasn't meant to hurt—but it was enough to make her breath hitch, her back hitting the wooden surface as Electra's taller frame stood over her, pressing in close.

Seraphina's pulse roared in her ears, her chest rising and falling sharply, and as she looked up at Electra's face, the first thing she noticed—the first thing she felt—was Electra's eyes on her lips.

She was staring.

Unapologetically.

Unwavering.

Fixated.

Her heart slammed against her ribcage, her breath coming out in shallow puffs, and when she finally found her voice, it was barely a whisper—shaky, and unsteady.

"What are you doing?"

Electra tilted her head, a slow, deliberate smirk curling her lips.

"What do you think I'm doing?" she murmured, her voice low, teasing—but there was something deeper beneath it, something dangerous.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Electra's head dipped, her face moving closer—closer—until her breath ghosted over Seraphina's lips, her own barely a whisper away.

Seraphina's body locked up, her hands gripping at the fabric of her dress as a visible tremor ran down her spine.

"Weren't we here to talk?" she managed to stammer, her voice betraying her.

She needed to talk. She needed to understand, she needed distance—but Electra wasn't giving her any.

"We should talk—"

Her words cut off in a sharp gasp when Electra's hand moved, her fingers finding the fabric of Seraphina's long dress, and bunching it up slowly.

Seraphina's breath caught, her fingers twitching at her sides, as Electra's hand slipped under the fabric—warm, firm, possessive—trailing up her thigh in a slow, agonizing path.

The sensation stole the air from her lungs, and her lips parted involuntarily, a soft, barely-there gasp escaping her throat—but that was all Electra needed.

Her lips brushed against Seraphina's, teasingly light, barely there—but enough to set her entire body ablaze.

Seraphina's head spun, her body melting despite herself, despite the war raging in her mind. "Electra—" she breathed, pleading, but for what, she didn't know.

Electra hummed against her mouth, smirking against her lips.

"You're shaking," she murmured, her fingers tightening on Seraphina's thigh, pulling her just a fraction closer.

Seraphina squeezed her eyes shut, her body betraying her, responding in ways she couldn't control.

"Shut up," she whispered.

Electra chuckled, the sound low and rich, vibrating against her lips.

"Make me."

And then, finally—finally—Electra closed the distance.

Her lips claimed Seraphina's, a slow, deliberate possession, hot and heady, filled with days of frustration and days of denial.

Seraphina's mind blanked, her fingers gripping Electra's shoulders, unsure whether she wanted to pull her closer or push her away, but when Electra's hand moved higher, trailing fire up her thigh, pulling her flush against her body, Seraphina stopped thinking altogether.

She stopped fighting it.

She let herself drown.

In Electra's hands.

In Electra's lips.

In everything she had tried so desperately to ignore.

She felt her entire body ignite, her hands grasping onto Electra's shoulders as if she would fall apart otherwise.

Electra let out a low groan, her fingers tightening around Seraphina's waist as she pulled her against her, as if she couldn't stand a single inch of space between them.

It was desperate, heated, chaotic—collision of want and frustration and pent-up tension.

Seraphina felt like she was drowning in it, like she had been starving for this moment, and now that she had it, she couldn't get enough.

Electra tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her hands roaming up Seraphina's sides before gripping the back of her neck, keeping her exactly where she wanted her.

It was intoxicating.

Overwhelming.

Seraphina felt lightheaded, like she was spiraling out of control, but at the same time, she didn't want to stop.

Not when Electra kissed her like this. Like she was something worth breaking rules for. Like she was the only thing that mattered.

Her breathing became even more uneven, and her heart pounded so fiercely against her ribcage that she was certain Electra could hear it.

Without breaking the kiss, Electra's hands roamed over her back, and before she knew it, the zipper of her gown was already undone, with the fabric hanging loosely against her shoulders until it fell at her feet.

Every touch sent a shiver down her spine, her body betraying the logical part of her mind that screamed for control.

She was still trying to process what was happening—how Electra had cornered her so effortlessly, and how she had managed to flip Seraphina's world upside down just by being here, and by looking at her like that.

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered breathlessly, tilting her head to the side despite herself, allowing Electra more access to the sensitive skin of her throat.

She could feel Electra smirking against her skin, which only irritated her further. "You push me away, then you pull me back in. Do my feelings not matter to you?"

Electra exhaled, her breath hot against Seraphina's skin. For a moment, she stilled, as if she was weighing her next words carefully. Then, instead of answering immediately, she trailed her hands down Seraphina's arms before resting them on her waist.

"They matter," she murmured finally, her voice lower than usual, almost vulnerable. "More than you think."

Seraphina blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in her voice. That was the problem with Electra—she always knew exactly how to disarm her and how to make her weak when she needed to be strong.

"I don't believe you," Seraphina admitted, though her voice wavered slightly. "If they did, you wouldn't have acted the way you did."

Electra's jaw tightened at that, her expression shifting as something flickered in her eyes—guilt? Anger? Frustration? Maybe all three.

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she dipped her head, brushing her lips softly over Seraphina's pulse before trailing lower, her breath warm against her skin. She pressed feather-light kisses along Seraphina's jawline, a teasing contrast to the tension between them.

Finally, Electra murmured against her throat, "Do you really think your feelings don't matter to me?"

Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried an intensity that made Seraphina's heart stutter.

Her mind was spinning, but instead of answering, she did what her body screamed for. She lifted her hands to Electra's neck, her grip firm but not forceful, her fingers pressing lightly against the pulse beneath Electra's skin.

With a swift move, she flipped their positions, her hands pressing Electra back against the door with just enough force to make her breath hitch.

Her fingers lingered on Electra's throat, and her body pressed against Electra's as she searched her face for something—anything—that would tell her this wasn't just another fling.

"If they do, then, prove it," Seraphina whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heartbeat. "Tell me what I am to you."

Electra smirked, that familiar look of arrogance flashing across her face, but her eyes—dark, intense—betrayed something deeper. Something that sent a shiver down Seraphina's spine.

"You're mine, Seraphina," Electra murmured, her voice husky. "Only mine."

And before Seraphina could fully process those words, Electra claimed her lips again, her hands finding Seraphina's waist and pulling her closer, eliminating the last bit of space between them.

The kiss was possessive, consuming, like Electra was determined to burn her mark into Seraphina, to make sure she never forgot this moment, and never forgot who she belonged to.

Seraphina melted into it, her fingers tightening around Electra's throat as she let herself be swept away. Her body was caught in the heat of Electra, her mind lost in the overwhelming sensation of Electra's lips moving against hers.

Every part of her was screaming at her to stop, to slow down, to think—but she ignored it, because right now, thinking was the last thing she wanted to do.

Electra's hands roamed lower, gripping her hips before sliding around to the small of her back, pressing her in even further. Seraphina gasped into the kiss, and Electra took the opportunity to deepen it, her tongue sweeping past Seraphina's lips, stealing whatever breath she had left.

Then she pulled back slightly, just enough for their lips to part but not enough for Seraphina to move away.

"Say it," she murmured against Sera's lips, her voice nothing more than a rasp.

Seraphina swallowed hard, her fingers still resting at Electra's throat. "Say what?"

Electra tilted her head, pressing another slow, lingering kiss to Seraphina's lips before whispering, "That you're mine."

Seraphina's heart pounded. She should say no, that she belonged to no one, but when she opened her mouth, the words she should say never came.

Instead, she whispered, "I'm yours."

Electra exhaled sharply, her grip on Seraphina tightening. "Damn right, you are."