The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting golden shadows across the chamber walls. Seraphine sat nestled beside Valen on the plush bed, her legs folded beneath her, his fingers tangled gently in hers. The air between them was thick with emotion, laced with things they could no longer hold back.
He moved slowly, as though afraid to break the moment, his hand rising to cradle her cheek. Their lips met in a soft kiss—tender at first, more about promises than passion. But the moment deepened, his other hand sliding around her waist, pulling her closer, until their breaths mingled like fog.
Fingers began to wander.
Seraphine’s hands moved to the clasps of his shirt, her touch gentle but sure. She tugged it loose and slipped it down his shoulders, revealing sculpted skin, pale and flush
