“Look at me, Serafina. Watch my eyes and see my soul collide with yours.”
Those silver-gray eyes, luminous in the moonlight, held no fear, only desire and the deep love that humbled me every time I saw it.
Careful, careful, careful, I chanted to myself as I guided the blunt tip of my crown into her. Then I eased forward, feeling her body slowly yield and accept just my tip.
“Good girl. So good for me. Breathe, baby. Breathe in my scent and let it flood your senses like you do mine.”
I inched in, giving her time. Her body gripped me, hot and snug. When I finally bottomed out, my balls resting against her perineum, we both released shaky breaths.
“All right?” I brushed a golden curl from her face.
Taking her low moan as agreement, I slid my hands up her legs, savoring the smooth skin beneath my palms, and draped her ankles over my shoulders. The position lifted her hips slightly off the bed, changing the angle, and I planted my hands on either side of her head, curling her body beneath mine.
Her fingers wound around onto my wrists, anchoring herself as I began to move. The first thrust was shallow, testing. The second a bit deeper. By the third, I was establishing a rhythm that turned her soft moans into a song of pleasure.
“Koko,” she sang out like a moon-damned prayer.
Nothing, absolutelynothing, in the world compared to the sensation of her pussy wrapped around my cock. She clung to me like melted velvet, tugging me deeper on each slow stroke.
Her lips parted, her cheeks flushed with desire, her eyes half-lidded, but still locked with mine. There was something utterly sacred about witnessing Seri lost in pleasure, something that made my heart ache with emotions too vast to name.
When she began to writhe beneath me, her breathing coming in short, sharp pants, I knew she was ready for more. I increased my pace, still mindful of my strength and size, but giving her the friction and depth she craved.
“My sweet girl. I love how you feel. I love how you love.”
Her response was a high, keening sound that shot straight to my core, and I planked over her to drive in more forcefully, my cock sliding against her clit with each thrust. Her breasts swayed, their hard nipples taunting me, and I lowered my head to suckle one again.
“Koko!”
Her nails dug into my biceps, and I felt the second her orgasm hit, the exquisite tightening of her pussy, the sudden tension in her thighs, the way her back arched sharply beneath me.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, fighting my own release to watch her fall apart. “Let go for me, beloved.”
I drank her wordless scream as she rippled around me in waves that sent me over the edge, too, white-hot light exploding behind my eyelids.
For several heartbeats, we remained locked together, both panting, both trembling with aftershocks. Then I eased her legs down and allowed myself to lay atop her for just a moment. I knew I was too heavy, but I couldn’t bear to break the connection just yet.
She shuddered when I finally pulled out, our bodies separating with reluctance. I rolled to my side, bringing her with me so she laycradled against my chest, and buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent now mingled with mine.
“I love you, Serafina,” I whispered against her throat. “You live in my bones. You breathe in my soul.”
“I love you, too.” She lightly scratched my scalp in that way she knew I loved. Her lips glided against the edge of my ear so tenderly, it made my heart ache. “Your heart is so beautiful, Koa. I’m proud to know you trust me with it.”
“Thank you, beloved,” I said, knowing the words were inadequate. “For coming into our lives. For making us feel safe with you. For loving us when you had every reason not to trust.”
“Thank you forlettingme love you.” Her fingertips stroked my cheek. “For not casting me aside when you could have.”
The insecurity in her voice made me tighten my arms around her. I knew the wounds the Harrows had carved into her heart ran deep, had witnessed firsthand how her stepfamily’s cruelty had convinced her she was worthless, and my brothers and I would spend the rest of our lives proving otherwise.
“You’re everything.” I moved to look into her eyes. “Sometimes I wonder how many lifetimes it will take for me to deserve this.”
“Really?” Something vulnerable flickered in her eyes.
“Do you want to know something?” I kissed her forehead. “The day Lucian had my brothers and me sign the marriage contract, I told them our beloved would have the smile of an angel.” I cupped her cheek, running my thumb across her lower lip. “I was right.”
The blush that spread across her cheeks made me chuckle, then she tensed at a noise from downstairs.
“Easy.” I stroked her hair. “Just the front door opening. Your other lovers are home.”
