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Chapter 25: Kisses and Fireworks
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The kiss started slow.Soft. Searching.But then it deepened, like the slow build of a storm breaking across still waters. Tongues tangled. Breath hitched. The heat between their bodies surged until it felt like the air around them would combust.Serena's hand cradled his cheek, her thumb tracing the edge of his jaw as she kissed him harder. Her fingers slid into his thick black hair, tugging just enough to make him growl softly against her lips. She tiptoed instinctively, pressing her entire body against his. Her breasts molded to his chest, the sheer satin of her nightdress leaving little to the imagination. His body was solid heat, and her knees weakened as his arms held her, anchoring her, melting her.“Hmm.” A moan escaped between them—hers first, then his, like a dark harmony. And then she felt it—his arousal, hard and insistent against her thigh. Her breath caught.Stefano kissed her with devotion and danger—like a man starved, like a man who had wanted this too long and finall
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Infact, he was yet to start.She barely had time to brace herself before she felt him press against her, his tip teasing the entrance of her soaked warmth. Her breath caught again, her entire nerves tensing with anticipation. Then—he pushed in.Slowly… then fully.Her gasp was instant, sharp and breathless. He filled her completely, as though he had been carved precisely to fit within her. Her hands gripped his arms, her nails digging slightly into his skin. The stretch was deep, the pleasure laced with pain—but it was the kind of pain that made her feel alive.He stilled, just for a moment. Letting her adjust. Letting them both feel the gravity of what was happening.Then—he began to move.Slow at first. Deep and Deliberate.Each stroke was a revelation, a rhythm that made her tremble. Her legs wrapped instictively around his waist, urging him closer, urging him deeper. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, as though this was something they’d done a thousand times in another life.
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The soft clink of cutlery had long faded into the silence that followed her question—How many have you killed?—and the weight of his answer still lingered in the air between them.I don’t keep count.It should have terrified her. Instead, it made him real.They remained in bed, the sheets tangled around their legs, their bodies close but not touching now. The golden morning light had warmed the room, but a chill had returned, the kind that comes from speaking the kinds of truths most people die with.“So,” she said after a long silence, her tone light but her eyes sharp. “You kill a lot of people.”He gave a quiet laugh—humorless. “They all deserved it, I can assure you.”“I’m not judging,” she said calmly, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them.Stefano turned his head toward her, skeptical. “Why?”She met his eyes. “Because I’ve killed too.”His gaze held hers, unreadable at first, then something flickered behind his eyes—curiosity, maybe. Respect. Maybe something da
