The morning after their passionate night together, Seraphina stirred in her sleep, feeling a sense of warmth and fulfillment she had never known before.
What once was a timid, naive woman had blossomed into someone who had newfound desires.
She stretched lazily in the soft bed, feeling the familiar presence of Raven beside her. The room was quiet, the soft chirping of birds outside the window.
Beside her, Raven lay peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His strong arms were wrapped around her, holding her close.
Seraphina smiled to herself, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. The sheets had slipped down, revealing both of them still naked from the night before.
A thick, white liquid was falling out of Seraphina's backdoor, a reminder of their earlier activities, but she paid it little mind.
