“I love you,” I whispered with every thrust. “More than yesterday, less than tomorrow.”
Her response was a moan of pleasure and the sweetest declaration of love in return. We reached our peaks together, clinging tightly as waves of bliss washed over us.
In the quiet hours that followed, with the fire crackling softly and her head resting on my chest, I reflected on how far we had come. Seraphine had transformed from a wary survivor into a confident woman who embraced her place in my life and the pack. Our passion was the glue that held our growing trust together.
The next morning, as pale light filtered through the windows, I woke her with gentle kisses along her spine. She sighed contentedly, stretching like a cat beneath me. We made love once more in the soft dawn light, slow, sleepy,
