The words carried no pretense, no teasing — only sincerity.
Xavier's smile softened as he looked at her. His hand, still resting over her breast, gave a slow, affectionate squeeze. His chest rumbled with a low chuckle. "Hearing that from you… makes it all worth it."
Her heart fluttered at his words, even as her body continued to melt under his hands.
Soon they reached the House of Valemont. Everything was arranged by the servants to their rightful place.
Then, with a slow, graceful movement, Seraphina shifted, slipping from his embrace. Her hand trailed along his chest as she moved, her fingers dancing lightly over the firm ridges of his muscles, sending faint shivers through him.
Her eyes never left his, dark and heavy with desire, her lips curling into a sultry smile that promised wicked delights. She slid lower on the bed, the silk sheets whispering against her skin, her nightgown riding up slightly to reveal the smooth curve of her thighs.
