Seraphina's fingers wrapped around Xavier's length with a deliberate slowness, her touch light at first, almost featherlike, as if testing the waters of his renewed arousal.
The silk sheets beneath them were tangled and warm from their earlier passion, the lantern's glow casting flickering shadows that danced across their skin like silent witnesses.
She straddled his thighs, her gown still bunched at her waist, exposing the soft curves of her hips and the glistening evidence of their shared release. Her eyes locked onto his.
"You think you can handle another round?" she teased, her voice a husky whisper, laced with the afterglow of her own climax but hungry for more. Her thumb circled the tip, feeling him twitch and harden under her palm, the velvety skin heating against her touch.
