“Alright, Seraphina, I admit you’re right,” Kael said. “In the end, it’s because I haven’t been able to give you enough security. That’s on me. I’m sorry, Seraphina.”
“Don’t say that. Let’s eat. I’m starving,” I replied, sitting down at the dining table. The lavish spread in front of me left me momentarily overwhelmed, unsure where to start.
I had never seen such a luxurious meal in my life, let alone tasted one.
Kael, noticing my hesitation, smiled and said, “Try the king crab. See if you like it.”
He’d already cracked the shell and handed me a piece of tender crab meat. Its sweet flavor was irresistible, and I ate it without hesitation.
Kael then prepared lobster and steak for me. All I had to do was eat, while he took care of everything else. The food was so delicious that I couldn’t stop myself, indulging until my stomach was completely full.
Kael poured us some red wine, and we sat together, drinking and chatting. Leaning into his embrace, I felt a kind of relaxation I had never experienced before.
Night had fully fallen. Outside the manor, the garden lights illuminated the lush greenery visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The plants seemed alive, thriving under meticulous care.
As I gazed outside, a strange feeling stirred in my heart.
What if life could always be this way? This grand house, abundant resources, and every corner of the home so exquisitely beautiful.
Kael moved behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Seraphina, are you tired? Do you want to go to bed?” he asked, his deep, husky voice carrying a hint of something more.
I could sense his restraint slipping.
With a soft sigh, I pushed him away. “I’m not sleepy yet.”
“Then how about I show you around?” he suggested.
“Sure,” I agreed, a bit intrigued.
Kael led me on a tour of the first floor. Besides the expansive living room, dining room, and bathroom, there were two smaller rooms and a large study.
The study was impressive-lined with countless books and facing a massive window. While it was impossible to see much outside in the dark, I imagined the daylight view would be breathtaking.
One door opened to reveal the back garden, a stunning sight even under the dim light of night.
Next, Kael took me to the basement. It was divided into functional zones: an entertainment area with a home theater, a pool table, and a wine cellar; a fitness area filled with state-of-the-art equipment; and several storage rooms stocked with various items.
Finally, we ascended to the second floor, which was entirely dedicated to bedrooms.
Kael brought me to his room and opened the door. I was stunned by its sheer size. The space was at least 50 or 60 square meters, with a private bathroom that was equally spacious.
The bathroom featured a large bathtub positioned by the window, offering a view of the scenery outside. I couldn’t help but imagine how lovely it would be to soak in the tub while gazing out at the landscape.
Kael walked over and began filling the tub with water, adding a bath bomb that released a sweet fragrance.
Before I fully comprehended what was happening, Kael turned toward me and started undressing me.
“Seraphina, you’ve been busy all day with classes and training. You must be sweaty. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm.
In his arms, my clothes were gone in an instant.
I felt a momentary daze.
“Wait, you…” I began, looking at him with a mix of exasperation and resignation.
I could see the desire in his eyes, unmasked and intense. He had been holding back for so long, but now he was barely able to contain himself.
Still, Kael was incredibly tender. He carefully placed me in the tub, the water at the perfect temperature. The bath’s heating system kept it consistently warm, and the bath bomb’s fragrance lingered in the air.
But just as I began to relax, Kael left the bathroom.
I sat in the tub, puzzled. Why had he walked out?
Moments later, he returned, carrying a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
Setting them down, he undressed and stepped into the tub, pulling me into his arms.
“Seraphina, does this feel good?”
Pressed against him, I could feel the firm lines of his body and the warmth of his skin.
I smiled. “It feels wonderful.”
Turning to look out the window, I saw the dark forest beyond, the canopy stretching into the starlit sky.
Kael poured two glasses of wine and handed one to me. “Let’s toast, Seraphina.”
“You really know how to enjoy life,” I said with a laugh, clinking my glass with his. Though I’d already had plenty to drink earlier, I didn’t refuse.
After finishing my glass, Kael set it aside and began to gently run his hands over my body.
His touch was slightly rough and heated, leaving a trail of electric sensations wherever it roamed.
I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through me, nor the soft moans that escaped my lips.
“Seraphina, let me help you wash,” he murmured, his hands continuing their explorations.
As his lips captured mine, his tongue teased and tasted, drawing me deeper into the moment.
At that instant, my mind was consumed by one thought: Kael. I wanted him to claim me completely, to make me his.
But despite his obvious desire, Kael seemed to be taking his time, savoring every second.
His hands moved lower, tracing every curve, every inch of my skin.
The burning anticipation was unbearable. It was as though a thousand tiny flames danced beneath my skin, leaving me restless and aching.
“Kael, hurry,” I pleaded, my voice trembling.
God, the way he teased-it was nothing short of torture.