We stood there, our foreheads touching, catching our breath from the intensity of the kiss. The tension between us was palpable, a magnetic pull that neither of us could ignore.
Seraphina's fingers trailed lightly down my arm, sending shivers through my body. She tilted her head, her eyes dark with desire. "Elara," she whispered, her voice husky, "I've missed you."
My heart pounded in my chest. "Seraphina, this isn't the right moment," I said, my voice wavering. "We just got out of a fight. We need to rest."
Her lips curled into a sly smile as she moved closer, her breath hot against my ear. "I know you want this too. Don't deny it."
I swallowed hard, my resolve weakening. Her hands slipped under my shirt, fingertips grazing my skin. "Seraphina…" I started, but the words died on my lips as she kissed me again, harder this time, her tongue demanding and insistent.
"Say it, Elara," she murmured against my lips. "Say you want me."
