CHAPTER 49: CONSOLING SERAPHINA

Xavier watched her, mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way her skin glistened in the soft light.

"You’re gonna drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his hands itching to pull her back into his lap. But Celene just smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes as she continued her ministrations, washing him with a tenderness that was as arousing as it was soothing.

When she was done, she handed him the sponge, her lips curving into a playful challenge. "My turn," she said, standing in the tub, the water lapping at her thighs.

She stretched, her body a vision of curves and soft skin, her breasts heavy and inviting as she ran her hands through her damp hair. Xavier took the sponge, lathering it with soap before starting at her shoulders, his hands gliding over her skin, tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone, the curve of her breasts. He lingered there, his fingers brushing her nipples, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and reverent as he washed her, the sponge gliding down her stomach, over the flare of her hips.

He knelt slightly, his hands moving to her thighs, her calves, every touch a silent worship of her body. Celene’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as she savored the sensation, the warmth of the water and his hands making her skin tingle.

When they were both clean, they stepped out of the tub, the cool air a shock against their heated skin. Celene reached for a towel, drying herself with slow, deliberate movements, her eyes locked on Xavier’s as she let the towel fall, revealing her body once more.

She slipped into a simple, form-fitting dress, the fabric clinging to her curves, accentuating every line of her body. Xavier watched, his gaze hungry, as she smoothed the dress over her hips, the sight making his cock stir again.

He stepped closer, his hands finding her ass, squeezing it gently as he pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss. "You look beautiful in that dress," he said, his voice a low rumble, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. "Fucking perfect."

Celene’s smile was radiant, her eyes sparkling with affection. "If you like it that much, I’ll wear it every time I see you," she teased, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. Xavier chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, the gesture tender and intimate, sealing the moment between them.

They stepped out of the bathroom, the air cooler in the room beyond, but the heat between them lingered. Celene paused, turning to him with a soft smile.

"I should go tell Lady Seraphina you’re back," Celene said, her voice soft—gentle—but there was something else beneath it... reluctance. Like she wasn’t ready to let go of the moment they were sharing.

Xavier caught her hand just as she began to pull away. His touch was firm, warm, grounding.

"Don’t bother," he said, his tone calm but resolute. "I’ll go to her office myself. I need to see her now."

Celene paused, then nodded. A soft smile played on her lips as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. When she let go, she turned slowly, casting one last lingering glance over her shoulder before walking away, her hips swaying with a sensual grace that made his gaze momentarily linger.

He exhaled and turned away, steadying his thoughts as he made his way to Seraphina’s office. His footsteps echoed quietly through the halls. The moment he reached the familiar wooden door, he knocked once... and entered.

Seraphina was at her desk, surrounded by parchment and reports, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration. But the instant her eyes found him—everything stopped.

She didn’t hesitate.

She rose—no, ran to him—and threw herself into his arms.

Her body molded into his, her breasts pressing softly against his chest, her warmth seeping into him as if she were trying to fuse them together. He wrapped his arms around her waist and patted her back gently, whispering something low... meant only for her.

Then, he felt it.

The subtle tremble in her shoulders. A quiver. Barely there—but he felt it.

"Are you crying?" he asked softly, tilting his head down to catch her eyes.

That was all it took.

Like a dam breaking, her suppressed emotions flooded to the surface. Seraphina’s breath hitched as a sob escaped her lips, and she clung to him tighter—burying her face in the curve of his neck.

"Don’t you dare disappear like that again," she cried, her voice cracking, thick with emotion. "A note isn’t enough, Xavier. You didn’t tell me where you were going, what if... what if something happened to you? What if you hadn’t come back?"

He cupped her face gently and wiped away her tears with the pads of his thumbs, his touch lingering.

"I’m sorry," he murmured. "I never meant to hurt you... but I had to go. It was important to me. And I came back, Seraphina. I’ll always come back to you. No matter where I go... it’s you I return to."

His words settled over her like warm rain—melting the cold ache inside her chest. But still... there was a hollow ache that hadn’t yet healed.

"Words aren’t enough, Xavier," she whispered, her voice almost breathless.

And then, she leaned in.

Their lips met in a kiss that silenced everything.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t frantic.

It was slow. Deep. Deliberate.

Her lips were warm, soft—like silk infused with heat—molding perfectly against his. Her hands moved up, threading through his hair, pulling him closer as if she needed him to breathe. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tighter, letting her feel every inch of his chest pressed firmly against her.

Their kiss deepened.

Her tongue brushed against his lip, a tentative flick, asking—not demanding—and he welcomed it. Their mouths moved in sync, hungry yet restrained, like two flames curling around each other but not yet erupting into fire. Her breath came heavier, every exhale brushing against his skin like warm wind.

She tasted of honeyed wine and unspoken longing... and he drank her in, savoring the way her body melted into his. The kiss wasn’t just passion—it was pain, fear, love... all of it tangled into one lingering, soul-baring moment.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads touched, and her lips remained parted—wanting more, still breathless, still not over him.

Xavier’s voice was low, hoarse. "Then let me show you... with more than words."

And in the silence that followed, her eyes closed... and she nodded.

Xavier’s hands found her curves, his fingers sinking into the plush softness of her ass, kneading with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers racing up her spine.

His lips grazed the tender nape of her neck, warm and teasing, each kiss a whisper of heat against her skin. The sensation drew a soft, trembling moan from her lips

"Mmgh~"

The sound ignited something primal in him. His smile was wicked, a flash of hunger in the dim light of the office.

With effortless strength, he lifted her, her body light and yielding in his arms. He carried her across the room, her thighs brushing against his waist, the friction sparking a quiet ache between them.

At the far end of the office, the polished oak table gleamed under the soft glow of a desk lamp. He set her down gently, her hips sinking against the cool, smooth surface, the contrast sending a jolt through her already heated skin.

Xavier’s fingers moved with purpose, tugging at the delicate fabric of her gown. The silk slid down her shoulders, pooling at her waist, revealing the delicate pink bra that hugged her curves. His gaze locked onto hers, drinking in the flush that painted her cheeks, the way her breath hitched in her throat.

With a deft flick, the clasp of her bra gave way, and her milky breasts spilled free, soft and full, their gentle weight settling into his waiting hands.

He cupped them reverently, his thumbs brushing over the silken skin, savoring their warmth, their yielding softness. His touch was both tender and possessive, a slow exploration that made her pulse race.

Leaning in, he kissed her again, his lips firm and hungry, tasting the sweetness of her surrender. Seraphina met him with newfound fervor, her tongue dancing with his, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if she could fuse their bodies into one.

He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, and trailed his lips lower. The air was thick with the scent of her—jasmine and warmth, intoxicating. His tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive peak of her areola, circling with deliberate slowness.

Her nipple hardened under his touch, and he sucked gently, then harder, drawing a gasp from her lips. He alternated between licks and soft nibbles, each movement coaxing a symphony of quiet whimpers from her. Her back arched, pressing herself closer, her fingers digging into the edge of the table as waves of pleasure rippled through her.