The Heat Between us

CHAPTER 5

Stretch and Resist

Seraphina 's POV

With a vicious twist, the wires snapped in Williams' fist as he tore the camera from the post. His jaw clenched, muscles tense, chest heaving.

He remained silent.

The chilly wind brushed my robe as I crossed my arms. "That was observing us."

He gave one nod. "And someone ensured that we wouldn't ever see it."

With my heart racing too much to remain motionless, I made my way back inside. "Williams, we cannot allow them to rule us. I refuse to meddle in other people's affairs.

His eyes were unreadable as he followed me inside. "Then let's remind them that you are here to lead, not to be observed."

The yoga mat rolled in the corner caught my attention.

He grinned more broadly. "Allow me to attend your session."

In the outdoor living area, I unfolded two mats. I switched on some subdued music on my phone while the breeze blew through the gauzy curtains. The sun had changed, letting golden light stream across the hardwood floors and in through the large windows.

He stepped onto the mat opposite me, his low-slung sweatpants just below his hip bones, his bare chest gleaming as he slowly removed his shirt.

I took a deep breath.

"Pay attention," I muttered.

Williams's eyebrows went up. "You first."

We started by posing like children. I had my hands out in front of me and my body folded over my thighs. I concentrated on my breathing. grounding. Be calm.

I could still feel his gaze on me, though, observing each motion.

We practiced sun salutations. Downward canine. Plank. Cobra.

His body moved surprisingly smoothly, powerfully, and precisely in tandem with mine. I had never seen him this way, but he was no stranger to discipline. managed. concentrated. controlled despite the heat-induced vibrations in the air between us.

I was perspiring by the time we got to Warrior II, not from exertion but rather from the weight of him.

I said, "You're good," without glancing at him.

With a thick voice, he declared, "I'm watching the best."

I slid my hand down my calf and opened my chest wide as I faced him in a triangle pose.

His gaze dipped to my side's bare curve. He opened his mouth.

"Stretch deeper," I said in a quiet voice.

He groaned quietly, but I could hear it.

I was in pigeon pose with my hips open and my back slightly arched when he stepped behind me.

He lowered himself to his knees and said, "You need help with alignment?"

I should have declined.

However, I did.

He placed his big, warm hands on my hips and gently adjusted me.

Then more slowly.

Then more rigid.

While the other hand gently pressed at the base of my spine to encourage my back to lengthen, the first hand moved up the curve of my waist.

With his lips close to my ear, he whispered, "Breathe, Seraphina."

I took a deep breath.

He bent in. My back brushed his chest. From my waist to my inner thigh, his fingers followed, pausing just short of the spot where I ached for him.

He whispered again, "I said breathe."

I returned the whisper, "I *am*." "Hardly."

I broke the pose and turned to face him.

I said, panting, "You're not taking this seriously."

"Oh," he said, "I am." "Taken too seriously."

Like a predator pursuing his prey, he approached me slowly. His thumb brushed my lips as his hand lifted to cup my jaw.

"Are you aware of the danger this poses to me?" he said softly. "Being close to you. observing how you breathe and bend. being aware that I can't touch you the way I would like to.

"So don't," I muttered.

But when he kissed me, I didn't stop him.

The kiss began slowly, deeply, and almost respectfully.

Then it snapped—into famine.

His hands pushed my robe off my shoulders and slid into it. I dropped it. At my feet, the cloth gathered. I stood tall in the golden light, naked before him.

Williams fell to the ground.

He kissed my thighs, hips, and stomach, saying, "I missed this."

I gasped and dug my fingers into his hair as his tongue slid between my legs.

He licked me as a form of penance and worship. My knees trembled as his tongue moved slowly and purposefully around my c**t. He held me steady with his hands firmly on my hips as I struggled to stay upright.

When the orgasm struck, I let out a cry and gripped his shoulders, my body shaking.

He sprang to his feet and embraced me.

He snarled, "You think that's it?"

With ease, he lifted me and carried me to the yoga mat, where he gently laid me down.

Then he took off his clothes.

God.

His body was solid, wide, and covered in scars that told stories I didn't yet know—it was just as ideal as I remembered. He stroked it once, and my breath caught in my throat. His length was thick, proud, and hard.

He slid into me with a single, deep thrust after crawling over me and kissing me once more.

Against his lips, I groaned.

Similar to the yoga we had just done, we moved slowly and rhythmically together. Resist and stretch. Pull and let go. Every slow thrust and forceful roll of his body against mine caused my hips to rise.

He maintained eye contact throughout, as if he wanted me to sense it.

Not only the enjoyment.

However, *him*.

Between kisses, he uttered, "You are everything I regret." "And the return of everything I desire."

As he pushed faster, harder, and deeper, I whimpered.

With hands clinging, mouths desperate, and bodies slick with perspiration, we spiraled into one another once more. He buried himself deep and moaned as he came, shuddering against my chest after holding me through another climax.

After that, we lay on the mat with our limbs tangled, breathing together, and letting out quiet groans.

I remained silent.

He didn't either.

We didn't have to.

Later, I sipped water while sitting on the balcony, wrapped in his shirt. With his arms slung over my shoulders and his legs wrapped around my waist, he sat behind me.

I reclined against him. It felt peaceful for a while.

The resort intercom then crackled, and all of the staff villas heard the announcement.

The main hall is where the staff is meeting. Attendance must be made immediately. Your presence is required, Miss Hart.

My stomach turned over.

"What's that about?" I stood up quickly and asked.

Williams, already tense, stood up as well. "I'm not sure."

As our nerves grew stronger by the moment, we dressed in silence.

However, the staff had already assembled when we arrived at the main hall, and Claudia was standing in the front with a picture in her hand.

I froze when she turned it around.

I was the one.

I leaned on my yoga mat.

Behind me is Williams.

He touched my hips.

In front of the entire staff, Claudia displays a private photo of Seraphina and Williams, exposing them both to humiliation and unanticipated repercussions.