The night outside the mansion was silent, but inside the bridal chamber, silence was impossible. Every heartbeat, every breath, every stolen glance between Seraphina and Kael throbbed with a tension that neither could ignore.
Kael appeared from the shadows, his dark eyes locked on hers. "You've been resisting," he murmured, voice low, teasing, and commanding all at once. "But I can feel it—your body, your mind, your desire. You cannot hide it from me."
Seraphina's cheeks flushed, heat pooling inside her. "I… I'm trying," she whispered, voice trembling, though she knew she wasn't succeeding. Her body responded to him in ways she couldn't control.
He stepped closer, hands brushing lightly along her arms, teasing, testing. "Trying is futile," he murmured, lips grazing her ear. "Desire does not wait for permission. You feel it, don't you?"
She shivered, breath hitching. "Yes…" she admitted, trembling under his gaze.
Kael smirked, a dark, predatory curve of lips that made her stomach flutter. "Good. Because tonight, you will learn what it means to surrender… completely."
He closed the distance, lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and consuming. Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer, every nerve in her body alight with fire. Heat pooled inside her, a delicious tension she had never felt before.
His hands moved with precision, brushing her waist, exploring lightly yet purposefully. Every touch was a promise, a claim, a spark that ignited something primal and undeniable between them. Seraphina's body responded instinctively, leaning into him, craving the warmth and danger of his presence.
Kael broke the kiss just slightly, resting his forehead against hers, eyes dark and heated. "Do you know what it means to be claimed?" he whispered, voice low, intimate, and possessive.
She trembled, nodding, her lips barely a whisper. "I… I think I do."
A slow, tantalizing smile tugged at his lips. "Good. Because tonight, nothing else exists. Just you… me… and the desire that binds us."
Every movement that followed was deliberate, teasing, and intoxicating. Fingers traced, lips brushed, whispers of desire filled the room, building a heat that was impossible to resist. Seraphina's body shivered under his touch, heart racing, mind consumed by the danger and thrill of it all.
Kael leaned closer again, lips pressing against hers with a heat that left her gasping. "You are mine," he murmured, voice low and possessive. "Every heartbeat, every breath, every thought… mine."
Seraphina's pulse thundered. "And you're mine," she whispered, surrendering fully to the desire that had been building since the moment they had met.
The room seemed to disappear around them. Shadows danced on the walls, moonlight glinting off every curve, every line of their bodies pressed together. The night stretched on, each movement, each touch, each whisper heightening the tension, feeding the fire that neither could resist.
By the time they finally paused, breathless and trembling, it was clear: the fire between them was no longer a flicker. It had become an inferno.