Seraphine's amethyst eyes gleamed with raw hunger, her lips still glistening from his release. She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, a hint of playful mischief in her expression.
Leon's gaze darkened. With a swift motion, he reached for the handle and shut off the shower. The water stopped instantly, the room falling into a heavy silence broken only by their breathing.
Before she could speak, Leon bent down and lifted her into his arms. Seraphine let out a soft giggle, her wet hair clinging to her back, droplets of water trailing over her flushed skin. "My husband… you're not done, are you?" she teased, looping her arms around his neck.
"Not even close," Leon growled, carrying her through the mist-filled chamber and back into their bedroom.
