After their long embrace finally ended, Leon gently took Seraphine's hand and led her deeper into the romantic paradise he had crafted just for her.
"Come," he murmured low, voice rough with promise. "I made this for us."
Seraphine drank it all in—the glowing ice pavilion, the melodic trickle of water features, the warm flame-flowers casting golden light over everything. Her eyes widened in pure wonder, lips parted in a soft, needy gasp.
He did all this… for me?
The realization flooded her with scorching heat. She had trained without mercy, pushing her body harder every single day to grow stronger, to deserve him. And every lonely night she had ached for him—craved his thick cock until her pussy throbbed and dripped with desperate, aching need.
I kept myself here to train. To become worthy of standing beside him.
Now, here with him, it felt unreal—surreal, intoxicating, and utterly burning.
