43 Chapter 43

43 Chapter 43

Seraphina’s POV 1

The morning sun streaming through my bedroom curtains felt different somehow-warmer, more golden, like the entire world had

shifted on its axis overnight. I stretched languidly beneath my sheets, every muscle in my body deliciously sore in ways that made me

blush even though I was alone. The scent of sandalwood still clung to my pillows, a heady reminder of everything that had transpired

between Damien and me just hours before.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Ayla purred in my mind, her mental voice practically dripping with satisfied smugness. “How are you feeling?”

Heat flooded my cheeks as memories from the previous night crashed over me in vivid detail-Damien’s hands on my skin, his mouth

trailing fire down my throat, the exquisite stretch and burn as he’d claimed me against my bedroom door with a passion that had left me

breathless and shaking.

I muttered, though even I could hear how unconvincing that sounded. “It was just…”

“Just what? Just the most intense, earth-shattering sex of our entire existence?” Ayla’s laughter echoed through my consciousness. “Face

it, Sera-that man is ours now, whether we’re ready to admit it or not.”

I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow that still smelled like him, fighting the urge to stay in bed all day and relive every moment.

But reality intruded in the form of Adrian’s cheerful voice calling from the kitchen.

“Mommy! I made coffee!”

The panic that shot through me was immediate and intense. “Adrian!” I called back, scrambling out of bed and throwing on my robe.

“Sweetheart, you’re not supposed to touch the coffee maker!”

I rushed to the kitchen, only to find my four-year-old son standing proudly beside our small coffee maker with a steaming mug in his

hands.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said, his face glowing with achievement. “Mr. Damien showed me how to push the buttons last night after

you fell asleep.”

“He did, did he?”

“Uh-huh!” Adrian bounced excitedly on his toes. “He said good coffee was important for hardworking mommies. He also taught me how

to butter toast without tearing it!”

of perfectly buttered toast waiting

neat little

softly, accepting the mug and taking a careful sip. It was actually quite good.

cereal and orange juice,” Adrian reported dutifully, “Mr. Damien said I should let you sleep because you had a very

Nightshadow Industries, trying to ignore the way my

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Damien’s kisses, and there was a glow to my skin that had

with expensive cosmetics.

marble corridor, noting with relief that Anna’s desk was empty. Apparently, she was running late this

greeted me as I settled into

knowing glint in her eyes. “Very well, thank you,” I

to focus on besides

my email when I heard the distinctive sound of Damien’s office door opening. Every nerve ending in my

I kept my eyes fixed firmly on my

his deep voice carried that familiar note of authority, but when I finally looked up, the intensity

on me. “Seraphina, could

hadn’t been buried inside me just hours earlier, claiming me with

name torn from his

replied, proud of how steady my voice sounded even as

hyperaware of the way his expensive suit molded to his broad shoulders and the

shut behind us,

mask.

distance between us in

demanding, completely possessive.

hands fisting in his shirt as he deepened the kiss until I was

against my lips, his voice rough with barely controlled desire. “About

felt in my arms, the sounds you

a protest or encouragement, I couldn’t say.

behind my ear that made

you’re mine”

my pencil skirt, pulling me flush against the hard ridge of

combined with the intoxicating heat of his

impossible.

to ask, though my breathless

devastating smile. “But I’ve discovered I don’t care about professional conduct when

you.”

backed me against his desk, his hands roaming with increasingly bold familiarity. The cool

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settling me on the edge while his mouth

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