His Victory

Seraphine barely had time to draw another breath before Kaelith acted.

He moved with purpose, with undeniable dominance, pressing her deeper into the bed. His hands were unrelenting, his touch both demanding and possessive.

"You wanted to challenge me, wife?" he murmured against her ear, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Then face the consequences."

His lips claimed hers in a heated kiss, one that stole her breath and left no room for protest.

Seraphine had played this game to test him.

But now, she was the one being undone.

Kaelith didn't give her a chance to fight back, didn't allow her the luxury of control. Every movement, every touch, every heated breath was a declaration—she belonged to him tonight.

She had wanted to win.

Instead, she was conquered.

By the time morning light crept through the curtains, Seraphine lay tangled in silk sheets, her body exhausted, her resolve shattered.

Kaelith, still beside her, traced lazy patterns over her bare shoulder, satisfaction gleaming in his gaze. "Not so quick with your sharp tongue now, are you?"

Seraphine scowled at him but didn't have the strength to retort.

Kaelith only smirked. He had won this round.

But the war between them was far from over.

To be continued…

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