Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Arabelle's amethyst eyes were wide, her usually calm expression betraying the rush of emotions swirling within her. Desire, confusion, and something deeper flickered behind her gaze as she stared up at him, her lips parted slightly.

Pyris leaned in just a fraction closer, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the pull between them, the magnetic force that was impossible to ignore.

But just before their lips could touch, Pyris stopped himself.

He wanted her to come to him.

Slowly, he pushed himself up, his body brushing against hers one last time before he stood, leaving Arabelle lying on the ground, breathless and dazed.

"I think that's enough for today," Pyris said, his voice low and smooth.

Arabelle blinked, still trying to process what had just happened. Her heart was racing, and her mind was a whirl of confusion and frustration. She had almost let him kiss her. She had almost given in.

But why?

Pyris offered her a hand, helping her to her feet. Arabelle's breath was still uneven as she took it, her gaze flickering away from him, trying to regain her composure.

"That was... unexpected," she murmured, her voice shaky.

Pyris smirked, his eyes gleaming with a quiet satisfaction. "I'll see you around, teacher Arabelle."

Without another word, he turned and left, leaving Arabelle standing in the middle of the training ground, her heart pounding in her chest. She watched him go, her thoughts a chaotic mess.

She had made a mistake. A dangerous mistake. She had let herself get too close to him, allowed her emotions to cloud her judgment. Pyris was dangerous—not just because of his power, but because of the way he made her feel. The way he made her lose control. Discover hidden content at empire

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Pyris could feel the heat rising within him, the burning desire that had been ignited during his encounter with Arabelle now threatening to consume him entirely.

The academy's quiet halls, usually a sanctuary of calm and focus, felt constricting, like the very air was pressing against his skin, urging him to seek release.

As he walked down the quiet, dimly lit corridor, Pyris was struck by a faint humming sound. It was soft, melodic, and carried a warmth that seemed to call to him, pulling him closer, a voice he knew very well.

He followed the sound, his feet moving instinctively toward it as if guided by an invisible force.

He soon found himself standing outside the open door of the academy's staff library. Candlelight flickered softly within, casting a warm glow over the shelves of ancient tomes and scrolls.

And there, bathed in that golden light, stood Madeline Rieva, the academy's senior librarian.

Madeline was a sight to behold, her auburn hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, her emerald eyes sparkling with intelligence and allure. Her robes, though simple, clung to her curves in a way that accentuated her natural beauty.

She moved gracefully as she sorted through a stack of books, her slender fingers brushing lightly over the leather-bound covers.

Pyris paused at the door, watching her for a moment, captivated by the effortless elegance of her movements. There was something about Madeline—something beyond her appearance, something magnetic—that drew him in, the reason he had been visiting the library every time he had a chance.

Madeline turned then, her eyes catching sight of Pyris standing in the doorway. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she greeted him, her voice smooth and warm. "Pyris Obsidian. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, and Pyris could sense something behind her words—something more than mere curiosity. Her emerald eyes sparkled with a knowing gleam, as though she could see right through him, sensing the storm that raged within.

She always did and she always teased him about it.

Pyris stepped into the library, his heart pounding as he closed the door behind him. The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows on the walls, creating an intimate atmosphere that only heightened the tension between them.

"I... needed some air," Pyris replied, though his tone betrayed the truth. The weight of his need hung heavy in the air between them, palpable and impossible to ignore.

Madeline tilted her head slightly, her smile deepening as she took a step closer to him. "Air, is it?" she mused, her voice a soft, teasing murmur. "You seem more... heated than in need of air."

Pyris clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain control as she closed the distance between them. Every step she took sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine, his body reacting instinctively to her presence.

Her aura was intoxicating, laced with a subtle power that called to him in a way that was impossible to resist.

Madeline set down the book she had been holding, her emerald eyes never leaving his as she moved even closer, until there was barely any space between them. "Perhaps," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin, "you need... release."

Pyris's heart raced, his pulse thudding loudly in his ears as the meaning behind her words became clear. There was no mistaking the desire in her eyes, nor the subtle way her body leaned toward his, inviting him to close the gap between them.

Without thinking, Pyris reached out, his hand brushing against her arm. Madeline's breath hitched at the contact, her skin warm beneath his fingers. She looked up at him, her emerald eyes darkening with something primal, something that mirrored the hunger burning within him.

The tension between them snapped like a taut string, and before Pyris could stop himself, he leaned in, pressing his lips to the soft curve of her neck.

Madeline let out a soft gasp, her hands instinctively reaching for him, her fingers curling around his collar as she pulled him closer.

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable. Pyris's hands roamed over her figure, feeling the soft curves of her waist and hips beneath the thin fabric of her robe.

Madeline arched into him, her lips parting as a soft moan escaped her.

For a moment, everything else faded away—the academy, his responsibilities, the weight of his family's legacy. All that mattered was the heat between them, the primal need that drove them closer together.

Madeline's hands slid up his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles before tangling in his hair. She pulled him down for a kiss, her lips soft and warm against his.

Pyris responded instantly, deepening the kiss as his hands slid to her back, pulling her even closer.

The kiss was intense, filled with a hunger that neither of them could deny. Pyris could feel the desire rolling off of Madeline in waves, matching his own in intensity. Her body pressed against his, soft and warm, and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath his fingers.

As their lips parted, Madeline let out a shaky breath, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Pyris," she whispered, her voice breathless, "I shouldn't be doing this, but... I can't stop."

Pyris smirked, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. "Then don't."

Her resolve crumbled in that moment, and with a soft sigh, she gave in to the desire that had been building between them. Her hands moved to the clasp of his coat, undoing it with practiced ease as she pushed the heavy fabric off his shoulders.

Pyris shrugged it off, his focus entirely on her, on the feel of her body against his, on the intoxicating scent of her skin.

Madeline's lips found his again, and Pyris lost himself in the kiss, in the warmth of her embrace, in the way her body moved so perfectly with his.

Every touch, every breath, every movement was a blur of heat and desire, and Pyris knew that there was no turning back.

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Watch her closely!!