Seraphina's eyes narrowed slightly, a lazy smile spreading across her lips as she watched Adrian and Isabella together, their bodies locked in an intense rhythm of pleasure.
The sight before her stirred something deep within her—an odd mixture of possessiveness and fascination as she observed how deeply they were lost in each other.
Adrian's back muscles flexed with every powerful thrust, his body moving with a raw, primal intensity.
The bed beneath them rocked, the sound of their movements mingling with their gasps and groans, filling the room with a heady, sensual atmosphere.
Seraphina's hand absentmindedly trailed over her own body, her touch light and teasing as she continued to watch the lovers, their passion stirring the embers of desire within her once again.
She could see the way Adrian's hands gripped Isabella's leg, pulling her closer, deeper into the pleasure they were creating together.
The bond between them was undeniable, a connection so raw and unfiltered. As she watched Adrian solely focusing on Isabella, Seraphina couldn't help but feel a wave of suffocating feeling gripping her.
She felt something shifted inside her—a strange, unfamiliar emotion that tugged at the edges of her consciousness.
"What is this feeling?" she thought, as she gripped her chest, her usually calm mind now clouded with something she didn't fully understand.
She had been feeling this emotions for a while now, ever since she had entered Adrian's life and started having sex with him and Isabella.
At the beginning, she felt nothing but lately, her chest would tighten whenever Adrian didn't focus on her and focused on other women.
This subtle, insistent knot tightening in her chest, this urge to interrupt, to step between them and pull Adrian's attention back to her had been growing in her.
A soft moan escaped Seraphina's lips, as Isabella was feeling pure, lust and pleasure from Adrian's pounding, and that had feeling had been continuously transferred to her via their soul connection.
She could feel the heat building between her thighs, the ache returning, but this time, she remained still, choosing to savor the moment.
Her eyes never left Adrian. The way he moved, the way his body responded to Isabella's cries, sent a pulse of excitement through her.
There was something captivating about the way he took control, about the way he made Isabella, the kind and level headed, big sister, she had come to admire, squirm beneath him, make such lewd expression.
He was powerful, confident, and utterly relentless in his pursuit of pleasure—qualities that Seraphina somehow had come to love and crave.
Isabella's moans grew louder, more desperate, as her body tensed beneath Adrian's. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
"Adrian… I'm… so close…" she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.
Adrian growled in response, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, as he drove Isabella closer to the edge.
Seraphina could see the way his muscles strained, the tension in his body building as he pushed both himself and Isabella toward their peak.
"Don't stop… don't stop…!" Isabella's voice was frantic now, her body arching off the bed as she clung to Adrian, her legs trembling with the intensity of her impending release.
Seraphina's breathing quickened, her own arousal heightening as Isabella climaxed and squirted all over the bed.
Adrian groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release, his fingers digging into Isabella's skin as he drove into her one last time before he came inside her, filling up his mother's womb with his seeds.
For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing, the aftermath of their passionate encounter lingering in the air.
Adrian collapsed onto the bed beside Isabella, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.
Isabella lay beside him, still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, her body spent and sated.
Adrian then embraced her and kissed her neck and ear as he started whispering sweet nothings to her.
Seraphina's jaw clenched, the strange feeling inside her swirling as she watched them. It wasn't just about the pleasure or the physical act—it was about how Adrian was with Isabella.
How he held her. How he spoke to her. There was something between them, something Seraphina didn't fully understand, but it made her stomach twist with an emotion she was struggling to keep in check.
She just could not name this emotion brewing insider her, this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, something she had long forgotten, this made her hate herself.
As Adrian and Isabella laid down, Adrian noticed Seraphina, in daze as she looked towards them and said to her, "Aunt you were awake?"
Seraphina's eyes flickered toward him, her voice carrying an unfamiliar edge. "Yes, you guys were so loud and so relentless, acting as if no one in the world exists besides you two. How can I not be awake?"
The sourness in her tone caught Adrian off guard. She'd always been playful, always wearing a knowing smile, especially in moments like these.
But now, there was something else, something new.
"What's wrong Aunt? You don't sound like yourself." Adrian asked, concern in his voice.
Seraphina looked away, her lips tight as she struggled to control the emotions bubbling up inside her. "It's nothing, you don't have to care about it. Just enjoy your time with your mother." she muttered, but there was a distinct sourness in her tone.
Adrian frowned, her tone gnawing at him. He looked at her carefully, replaying her words in his mind. There was something in the way she said it—a bitterness he hadn't heard from her before.
Then, it hit him. His eyes softened, realization slowly dawning. "Seraphina," he said after a pause, his voice thoughtful. "Are you… jealous?"
The word hit Seraphina like a shock. She froze, her usual confidence faltering as she processed what he'd said. Jealousy?
Was that really what she was feeling? The realization made her chest tighten, and for a moment, she was speechless.
Before she could respond, Isabella moved quickly, sitting up and pulling Seraphina into a tight embrace.
Tears welled in her eyes as she held her close, her voice trembling with emotion. "Seraphina… you're feeling something. For the first time, you've felt something on your own."
Isabella whispered, her tears now flowing freely. "Even if it's jealousy, it's a step… a sign that you're capable of feeling emotions, of being your own person. You are not just bound to me. You have your own emotions."
Seraphina, still stunned, slowly relaxed into Isabella's arms. The warmth of the hug, the tears of happiness Isabella shed, washed over her, and she realized the significance of the moment.
For the first time in years, she had felt something that wasn't connected to their soul bond—something that came from within her.
Isabella cried softly, her heart swelling with joy. She had always felt guilty that Seraphina had to experience emotions through their bond, never having her own.
But now, here she was, feeling something real, something independent. It was a small step, but to Isabella, it meant everything.