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The storm of the last trial had passed, but its residue clung to Seraphina like silver mist.
She stood by the balcony of Ravon's private chamber, the Eclipsed Plane stretching out before her—endless, dark, and whispering with wind that felt more like memory than breeze.
Behind her, the low flicker of black flame glowed in the hearth, casting long shadows across the demon lord who watched her in silence.
Ravon.
Her enemy. Her protector. Her bondmate.
Her heart was no longer hers to command.
"You're quiet," he said at last, his voice rough from the battle they'd just endured. "Is it fear... or something deeper?"
She turned slowly. "It's everything. You. Me. This place. That kiss. The things I felt—feel—I don't understand them."
He crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps, stopping just a breath away. His hand rose, gentle, as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You don't have to understand it," he said softly. "You only have to feel it."
Her eyes searched his—those haunting, crimson eyes that once seemed terrifying, but now felt like home.
"Then show me," she whispered.
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They didn't collide with hunger or fire.
They unfolded into one another.
Ravon leaned down, brushing her lips with his—barely, reverently—as if testing whether she truly wanted this. She rose on her toes to meet him, and the kiss deepened, slow and exploring, filled with all the emotions they never dared say aloud.
His hands never rushed. They roamed her body like he was learning a sacred language—one only he was allowed to speak. And she welcomed it, breathing against his mouth, her arms sliding up his bare chest to pull him closer.
There was no armor between them now. No thrones. No titles.
Just skin, soul, and something divine weaving them together.
They found the bed behind them like it had always been waiting. His body covered hers with reverence, his kisses tracing the hollow of her throat, the curve of her shoulder, down the line of her ribs.
Each kiss wasn't just a touch—it was a vow.
Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him into her warmth, into her light.
And when their bodies joined, it wasn't lust—it was surrender.
To destiny. To love. To the power that only came when two souls stopped fighting fate and embraced it.
Their movements were slow, lingering, like they were writing a poem in skin and breath. He held her like she was something fragile, but precious. She met every motion with a whispered gasp, each one more open than the last.
> "You are my flame," he murmured against her collarbone.
"You are my darkness," she whispered back.
The Eclipsed Plane pulsed around them.
Stars shifted.
The realm itself seemed to pause… as if to witness a union it had waited eons for.
And when they finally stilled, tangled in each other's warmth, Seraphina rested her head against his chest—his heartbeat the only sound that mattered.
He kissed the crown of her head and whispered, "Whatever comes next, I'll burn the world to keep you safe."
She clutched his hand, her voice barely a breath.
> "I think I'm already carrying a piece of that world."