Watching Seraphine come apart beneath me was a sight I would never tire of. The way her body responded to mine, the flush on her skin, the way her eyes fluttered half-closed in ecstasy, it humbled me and aroused me in equal measure. She was my mate, my heart, my everything.
After our passionate morning, we lingered in bed longer than usual, limbs entangled, sharing quiet conversation between soft caresses. Eventually, duty called. I left her with a final lingering kiss and headed out to meet the patrols, my body still humming with satisfaction.
The border remained quiet, but the earlier signs of Stone Ridge scouts kept me vigilant. By midday, I returned to find Seraphine working in our small garden, cheeks flushed from the cool air, her hair tied back loosely. She looked radiant, every i
