Page 43 of Famous Last Words

Caressing her cheek, I began, “Do you know”—kissing the tip of her nose softly—“that even just watching you sip tea fascinates me? The way your nose crinkles when you laugh, the sparkle in your eyes when you look at me . . . it’s the simple, everyday moments with you that make me fall in love with you even more.”

Seraphina gave me a coy smile, her emerald eyes sparkling in the firelight. “Oh yeah? So you just want me to drink tea?” she teased me, caressing my jaw. “What else can I do so you love me as much as I love you?”

“I doubt that’s the case, but you really don’t need to do much,” I murmured, my voice just above a whisper. I could see the rise and fall of her chest, her breathing slightly heavier than before. Slowly, deliberately, I traced my mouth along her delicate jawline, taking in the scent of her—a hint of wildflowers and fresh rain. My lips found hers, grazing gently at first, tasting, teasing, before catching her bottom lip between my teeth in a gentle nibble.

Her soft gasp was all the encouragement I needed. “I cherish even the smallest things about you,” I continued, my voice husky with emotion. “Like how you bite your lip when you’re deep in thought or focused on something. It’s maddeningly endearing.”

Pulling back slightly, I took in her flushed cheeks and the way her eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and something deeper, more intense. “And your laugh,” I continued, “it’s not just a sound. It’s a melody. One that speaks directly to my soul. It doesn’t just make me smile. It resonates deep within, reminding me of everything that’s pure and good in this world.”

She blushed even more, if that was possible, her gaze darting down as if she was trying to escape the intensity of the moment. But I wasn’t about to let her. Gently, I tilted her chin, guiding her eyes back to mine.

“You should know,” I whispered, “just how much I love you, baby. You mean everything to me.”

I could barely contain the whirlwind of emotions threatening to spill over. I ran my mouth along her jaw and then the side of her neck. Sephie’s skin was soft, inviting, and intoxicating. I paused, just for a heartbeat, letting the anticipation build before my lips finally met hers.

I had kissed her a thousand times, I thought, yet every time felt like the first. There was a rush, a thrill that never faded. It was electric, like a charge running between us. Our lips touched lightly, and the world fell away. Everything became about the here and now, this intimate dance between two souls connecting.

She tasted of wine, the hints of merlot lingering on her lips, but beneath that was a unique essence that was distinctly Seraphina. My hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.

I slid my hands up along her back, tracing the delicate ridges of her spine with my fingertips. She made a soft sound, her body molding against me. I wanted more. I wanted all of her—to explore every curve and contour until I had them memorized.

God, how I loved her.

I fucking loved her so much, and I wanted more from her—of her.

Every inch of her, every flaw, every quirk. My heart ached with the depth of it, a raw, unbridled passion that often left me feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, I whispered against her lips, “I need you, Sephie. I need to be close to you—inside you. Your skin against mine. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

She gave the slightest of nods, her eyes locking onto mine, a heady blend of vulnerability and desire swimming within them. It felt as though a chord had been struck deep within me, setting off a rapid, intense drumming in my chest.

I looked down at her, every muscle tensing as I wrestled with the raw, primal urge to claim her right then and there. The vision of her beneath me, the thought of tearing away the barriers between us and feeling every inch of her pressed against me, was nearly overpowering. But something deeper, perhaps an intrinsic understanding of the importance of this moment, held me in check.

I wanted, no, needed this to be perfect. It wasn’t just about fucking her. Not her. With Seraphina, it was about the intimacy, the connection. I yearned to memorize every detail, every sigh and shiver, to let the anticipation build until it became almost unbearable.

Slowly, I began to undress her, my eyes locked with hers. I let my fingers trace over her skin as I began to unwrap her like a present. Soon, I began to do the same with my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I mumbled, dusting kisses between her breasts right before I undid her bra and her plump tits spilled out.

“Gorgeous,” I said before lowering my mouth and sucking on one while I ran my thumb over the other nipple.

She gasped, moaning my name. My eyes found hers, and I grinned as I nibbled her nipple. She was so sensitive. I had plans for her. Plans that involved pleasuring her all night—while I fucked her senseless.

Though I could play with her tits for long, I continued exploring her, pulling down her leggings and a pair of laced panties that matched her bra. I arched an eyebrow. “Was this intentional?”

She blinked, feigning confusion, her lips parting slightly. “What?” she asked, her voice dripping with fake innocence.

Chuckling, I leaned in, my breath warm against her ear. “You’re wearing extremely sexy underwear, Miss St. Clairmont. Did you have this night in mind when you put them on?” My laughter rang out, lightening the mood. “Were you plotting to seduce me?”

A sly, coy smile curved her lips as she met my gaze. “Or maybe, Mr. Ehrenberg, I always wear enticing underwear—and you’ve just been missing out on it all this time.”

I traced the pad of my thumb across her lower lip, marveling at its softness. “You’ve kept this side of you hidden, haven’t you? Always waiting, always calculating. I should have known,” I whispered, leaning down to capture her mouth in a slow, languid kiss.

I could feel her nails digging into my back, urging me closer. As we broke the kiss, our breaths heavy and synchronized, I whispered against her lips, “You’ve always known how to take control, haven’t you, Sephie?”

She gave me a sly smile, her hazel eyes shining with mischief. “Maybe I’ve been waiting for the right moment, and maybe, just maybe, that moment is now.”

The challenge in her eyes and the raw passion in her voice set me on fire. I was about to combust. But I stopped myself because my goal was to discover a side of Seraphina St. Clairmont that I’d never seen before. Pushing her legs open, I stared at her wet pussy. I was ready to taste her.

I ran my mouth along her thigh, and her body shivered as the warmth of my breath passed over her skin.

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