The night outside was quiet, but inside the bridal chamber, the air was thick with heat and anticipation. Seraphina's body still trembled from their first intimate encounter, her skin tingling wherever Kael's touch had lingered. She tried to steady herself, to remind herself of boundaries, but the pull of him was irresistible.
Kael leaned against the doorway, eyes dark, unreadable, yet simmering with desire. "You think you can rest?" he asked softly, his voice carrying both warning and promise.
Seraphina swallowed, heart pounding. "I… I need to," she admitted, though she knew it was a lie. Her body and mind refused to calm.
He stepped closer, each movement deliberate, slow, and magnetic. "Your body is restless… your thoughts betray you," he murmured, brushing a hand along her cheek. "You cannot deny this… not to me, and certainly not to yourself."
Her pulse quickened, breath hitching. "I… I don't know what to do," she whispered, heat rising to her cheeks.
Kael smirked, a dark, predatory curve that made her knees weaken. "Do you want me?" he asked, voice low, teasing, and dangerous.
Seraphina's answer was lost in a shiver that ran down her spine. Every nerve screamed in agreement, yet her mind faltered in protest. "Yes," she breathed, almost involuntarily.
"Good," he said, stepping even closer, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. "Because I intend to take you… fully, but slowly. Every inch, every heartbeat, every sigh will belong to me."
The air between them was electric, alive with desire. Kael's hands traced the curves of her body lightly, teasing, testing boundaries, igniting every nerve in a dangerous, intoxicating fire. Seraphina's fingers trembled as they grazed his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, the controlled strength that promised both protection and overwhelming passion.
He leaned down, lips brushing hers, soft and slow at first, then deepening into a kiss that left her breathless, trembling, and desperate. The world outside ceased to exist. Only them. Only the fire that burned hotter with every touch, every whisper, every stolen breath.
Kael's hands moved deliberately, exploring without haste, teasing without cruelty. Every inch of her body, every shiver, every moan, fueled a growing, dangerous heat between them. It was slow, torturous, thrilling. Desire and emotion interwove until they could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in ragged gasps, Kael whispered, "You are mine. In thought, in desire… in every pulse of your heart."
Seraphina's heart raced, cheeks flushed, body tingling with the memory of his touch. "And you're mine," she breathed, knowing she meant it.
He smirked, dark and possessive. "Good. Because temptation… temptation is only the beginning."
The night stretched on, the room alive with unspoken passion, teasing touches, whispered confessions, and the unrelenting heat that bound them together. Each moment, each glance, each brush of skin was a promise—and a warning—that desire had taken hold, and there would be no escape.
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Temptation had claimed them both, but the fire was far from extinguished. The edge of desire was only sharpening, and the night promised pleasures—and dangers—they had yet to discover.