The moonlight filtered through the tall windows, casting pale shadows across the chamber. Seraphina sat at the edge of the bed, hands clasped tightly in her lap, heart racing. Every nerve in her body hummed with the memory of Kael's touch, his heat, his presence that had left her trembling and wanting more.
Kael appeared silently, like a shadow sliding from one corner to another. His gaze swept over her, dark and intense, and she felt that magnetic pull again, the one she could neither resist nor deny.
"You can't hide from me," he murmured, voice low and smooth, carrying both warning and promise. "Not here. Not in your thoughts. Not in your body."
Seraphina shivered, heat pooling in her stomach. "I… I'm not hiding," she whispered, though every glance at him betrayed her trembling desire.
He stepped closer, closing the distance, his hand brushing hers in a deliberate, teasing motion. "Every touch, every heartbeat… mine to claim," he said softly, lips brushing against her ear. "Do you feel it?"
Her breath hitched. "I… I feel it," she admitted, voice trembling with a mix of fear and longing.
Kael smirked, a dark, predatory curl of lips that made her pulse spike. "Good. Because desire isn't something you can fight. It doesn't ask permission."
He leaned down, fingers brushing her cheek, tracing her jaw with delicate but assertive movements. Her knees weakened, her body aching with anticipation. "Do you know what it means to surrender?" he whispered, voice low and intimate. "Not just to me… but to this… to us?"
"I… I think I'm beginning to," she breathed, heat rising uncontrollably.
His hands slid to her waist, drawing her closer until the warmth of his body pressed against hers. Every inch of him radiated power, dominance, and desire, and she was utterly consumed by it. She wanted him, needed him, feared him—and thrilled in the danger of it all.
Kael's lips claimed hers again, slow at first, testing, teasing, then deeper, firmer, demanding. Seraphina's hands moved over his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath, responding to his touch with a trembling, delicious need she could not contain.
He broke the kiss just slightly, his forehead resting against hers, breath mingling in ragged gasps. "You are mine," he murmured, possessive, low, and intoxicating. "In body, in mind, in every desire you hide from the world."
Her pulse raced, cheeks flushed, every part of her alive with a burning, irresistible fire. "And you're mine," she whispered, knowing the truth of it, feeling the surrender and thrill in her own words.
Kael's lips curved into a dark, satisfied smirk. "Good. Because the night is still young," he said, brushing a hand down her arm in a teasing, tantalizing caress. "And I have only just begun showing you what it means to feel desire… to feel me."
Every moment that followed was a dance of longing and teasing—fingers brushing, lips grazing, whispers in the dark that left them both trembling and aching. The heat between them was unbearable, dangerous, and utterly irresistible.