"Make love to me now." For a moment, the words seemed to freeze the air between them. Damien Drakaris stared at her, his breath uneven, his dark eyes searching her face as if he feared he had misunderstood. "Seraphine..." he whispered. Seraphine Vale did not look away. Her fingers rested against his chest, feeling the rapid rhythm of his heart beneath her palm. The dim light of the room wrapped around them, soft and warm, while the faint night breeze slipped through the curtains. "I'm serious," she said quietly. "I want you." Damien swallowed. "Are you sure?" he asked gently. "I don't want this to be something you regret." Seraphine lifted her hand to his face, brushing her fingers along his cheek. "I won't regret you." The sincerity in her voice melted the last of his hesitation. Slowly, carefully, he leaned closer and kissed her again. This time the kiss was softer, deeper, not rushed, not desperate. It was a kiss filled with everything they had been holding back: longing,
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