The Silk Curtains (II)

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Arwan kissed her with fervor, a deep growl rumbling from his chest. The silk curtains fluttered slightly as a gentle breeze swept in the room.

Seraphina's hands were tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer while his mouth started its passionate exploration of her skin.

Her body responded to his every touch, every kiss, like it had been starved for him. Her heart raced and her breaths came in short gasps. She dug her fingers into the soft sheets under her as if they were the only thing grounding her in the whirlwind of sensations that he was creating.

When Arwan pulled back slightly, she noticed that his orbs were glowing bright amber as a clear sign of his desire for her. "You are perfect," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with reverence as though he couldn't quite believe that she was real.