Page 53 of Turmoil's Target

The club needs to know about this, and fast.

But for now, I push those thoughts aside, focusing on the beautiful woman in front of me.

I reach out, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

My lips capture hers in a searing kiss, the intensity building between us like a raging inferno.

Seraphina melts into me, her arms twining around my neck as she presses herself against my hardening body.

I sweep her up into my arms, carrying her to the bedroom without breaking our heated embrace.

Clothes are quickly shed, our hands eager to explore newly bared skin.

I lay her down on the plush bed, my eyes drinking in the sight of her—all smooth, tawny skin and pure desire.

I rasp, my voice rough with need. “Fuck, Sera. You’re so goddamn beautiful,”

She reaches for me, pulling me down on top of her. “Show me, Abe. Make me forget everything but this, right here, right now.”

And I do.

I worship every inch of her body with my hands and mouth, drawing keening cries of pleasure from her lips.

She writhes beneath me, her nails scoring down my back as I drive into her with deep, powerful strokes.

Her body arches against mine, her moans turning into breathless gasps as our rhythm escalates.

Each thrust is met with a groan that vibrates through my chest, grounding me in the moment.

Her eyes lock onto mine, a silent plea for more.

For everything.

I give it to her.

Our bodies move in perfect synchronization, our heartbeats becoming one pounding rhythm.

It’s an intoxicating dance of passion and desperation, of need and desire.

The world outside falls away until there is only us—two bodies entwined in the most intimate dance imaginable.

The shadows play across our skin, the moonlight seeping through the window casting an ethereal glow on us.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she cries out, her body shaking as an orgasm takes over her.

The sight of her surrender pushes me off the edge, my own release claiming me with a raw intensity that leaves me breathless.

As the haze of pleasure fades, I collapse beside her.

In the afterglow, I gather Seraphina close, savoring the feel of her nestled against me.

But even as contentment washes over me, I can’t shake the unease prickling at the back of my mind.

The secrets swirling between us loom like a brewing storm, threatening to sweep away this fragile connection we’ve forged.

I know I’m playing with fire, but as I gaze down at Seraphina’s sleeping form, I realize I’m already too ensnared to pull back now.

Come what may, I’m deep in this—with her, the club, all of it—until the bitter end.

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