Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The ballroom around them buzzed with activity, but to Pyris and Seraphina, the world had narrowed to just the two of them. The noise of the party became distant, the laughter and chatter of the other nobles fading into the background.

It was as if they were the only ones standing in the grand hall, the air between them charged with an electric tension that neither could deny.

Seraphina had come here with a mission—an intricate plan crafted by her father, Emperor Drakos, to lure Pyris into their fold. But the closer she got to him, the more her confidence began to waver. There was something about Pyris that pulled her in, something that went beyond simple attraction.

He radiated a power that she had never encountered before, a force that both intrigued and terrified her.

And as she stood before him, her breath catching in her throat, she could feel her carefully constructed plan unraveling.

Pyris, sensing her uncertainty, leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. "You're not like the others, Seraphina. You have power—real power. But I wonder... are you afraid of it?"

Seraphina swallowed hard, trying to regain control of the conversation, but her mind was spinning. She had never felt this vulnerable, this exposed. "I'm not afraid," she managed to say, though her voice was softer than she intended.

Pyris's golden eyes locked onto hers, and he could see the flicker of doubt in her gaze. She was trying to hold on to her role, to maintain the upper hand, but her resistance was slipping away.

The subtle sway of her posture, the way her lips parted as she spoke—it all told Pyris what he needed to know.

She was his for the taking.

Pyris stepped closer, his presence dominating the space between them. He reached out, gently brushing a lock of her golden hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering just long enough to send a shiver down her spine.

"You're trying so hard to control me," he murmured, his voice a velvety whisper. "But we both know where this is going."

Seraphina's breath hitched at the touch, her body reacting instinctively to his closeness. The rational part of her mind screamed for her to pull back, to reassert control over the situation, but her body betrayed her.

She leaned into his touch, her pulse quickening as heat pooled in her core.

"I... I'm not trying to control you," she said, though even as the words left her lips, she knew they were a lie.

Pyris smiled, his lips curving in a way that made her heart race. "No? Then why do I feel like you're trying to make me yours?"

Seraphina's face flushed, the boldness of his words sending a thrill through her. She opened her mouth to respond, but Pyris didn't give her the chance. His hand slid from her hair to her neck, his thumb brushing lightly against the sensitive skin of her throat.

His touch was possessive, yet tender, and the sensation sent a wave of heat rushing through her.

Seraphina's mind raced, but her body was already making decisions for her. She wanted him—she couldn't deny it any longer. The pull she felt toward Pyris wasn't just a result of her family's plan, it was something deeper, something primal that she couldn't explain.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

And Pyris could sense it all.

"Seraphina," he said softly, his voice filled with purpose. "You can stop pretending. You want this. You want me."

Her heart pounded in her chest, and for the first time that evening, Seraphina felt completely out of control. She had always been the one pulling the strings, the one who manipulated others, but now she was caught in her own web, and Pyris was the one with the power.

"I..." she started to say, but the words wouldn't come. Her eyes flickered down to his lips, the tension between them growing unbearable.

Pyris's hand slid down from her neck to the small of her back, pulling her just a fraction closer to him. "It's okay," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "You don't have to fight it."

Seraphina's resistance crumbled in that moment. She was done pretending, done trying to outplay him. The attraction between them had grown too strong, and all she could think about now was how much she wanted him.

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The world around them seemed to fall away as Seraphina let herself give in to the pull she felt toward Pyris. Her eyes met his, and she saw the raw, untamed desire in them. He wasn't just some nobleman to be manipulated—he was a force of nature, and she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

She took a step closer, her chest almost brushing against his as she looked up into his golden eyes. Her lips parted, but she didn't speak. She didn't need to.

Pyris tilted her chin up gently with his hand, his gaze locking onto hers. "I knew you'd come around," he said softly, his voice filled with confidence.

And then, without another word, he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.

Seraphina's breath hitched as his lips met hers, her body responding immediately. She melted into the kiss, her arms sliding around his neck as the heat between them flared into an inferno.

Pyris's hand tightened on her waist, pulling her against him as the kiss deepened, the intensity of it overwhelming her senses.

All of her doubts, all of her carefully laid plans, dissolved in that moment. All that mattered was the feeling of Pyris's lips on hers, the way his body felt pressed against hers, the way he made her feel alive in a way she had never experienced before.

Pyris, for his part, had won. He had felt Seraphina's walls crumble, her resistance fade away. She was his now, completely and utterly, and it wasn't just the Emperor's trap he had escaped—it was the beginning of something far more significant.

As the kiss deepened, Pyris pulled her even closer, his fingers sliding through her hair as he claimed her in full. He could feel the electricity between them, the raw chemistry that had been simmering all night now unleashed.

Seraphina moaned softly into the kiss, her body pressing into his as her hands roamed over his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his clothes. She was no longer thinking about the Emperor's plan, no longer thinking about her duty.

All she wanted now was Pyris.

When they finally broke the kiss, both of them were breathing heavily, the air around them charged with tension. Seraphina's face was flushed, her lips slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss, and Pyris looked down at her with a satisfied smirk.

"See?" Pyris murmured, his voice low and filled with heat. "You don't have to fight it."

Seraphina's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, her heart still racing. She knew she had crossed a line tonight, but in that moment, she didn't care. All she could think about was how much she wanted more.

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Pyris had played the game perfectly. He had taken what the Valyrian Emperor had set before him and turned it to his advantage. Seraphina will be his now, bound to him not by the Emperor's plans but by her own desire.

And Pyris knew that this was just the beginning.

He had no intention of letting the Valyrians win, and tonight had proven that he could take control of the situation—on his terms. He had seduced Seraphina not just as a conquest, but as a strategic move that would give him leverage over the Valyrian family.

The Emperor had wanted to manipulate him, but instead, Pyris had claimed the heart of his daughter.

And as Seraphina looked up at him her eyes filled up with desire and uncertainty!