Warning: Mature Content. Please do not read Chapters 366–368 if you are below 18. Sensitive readers may skip these Chapters and still fully enjoy the plot.
"Baby," Voren growled, his voice low and rough with raw hunger as his eyes burned toward the spot behind the cabin. "I want to taste you right here under the moonlight. I’ve been dying to bury my mouth in that sweet pussy for so long."
Seraphine followed his gaze and her breath caught sharply in her throat. A luxurious tent glowed softly just a short distance away, lanterns casting a warm golden light that turned the whole lakeside into something magical and dreamy.
Sheer fabric swayed gently in the breeze, teasing glimpses of the huge, plush mattress waiting inside, while rose petals scattered around the entrance made it feel like pure fantasy.
"How the hell did you pull this off?" she breathed, her heart hammering wildly. She had no clue when he’d arranged any of it.
A slow, wicked smile curved Voren’s lips. He had so much more planned for their time here, but the wedding was cutting everything short and forcing him to hold some things back. "If it’s too much for you, I can still wait. I’d wait forever if that’s what you need, baby."
"No," Seraphine said instantly, shaking her head as a rush of heat flooded her cheeks. "No, I want this. I want this so fucking bad with you, V."
The raw honesty in her voice made his expression melt with overwhelming love and desire, stealing the air right out of her lungs. "I want to experience everything the right way this time. I want memories that are completely ours, real, chosen, and ours alone."
Her eyes locked onto his, shining with total trust. "A moment like this could never compare to anything forced or taken from me under the influence of some drug."
Pure emotion crashed across Voren’s face, relief, fierce love, and a protective fire that made his eyes blaze. More than anything, he needed her to choose this, to choose him with her whole heart.
Without another word, he lifted her out of the water like she weighed nothing, his strong hands gripping her wet, slippery skin.
For a second, she thought he was carrying her straight to the tent, but instead he gently set her down on the large, smooth rock near the lake’s edge.
The cool night air brushed over her damp body, sending delicious shivers racing across her skin while her pulse thundered in her ears.
Voren knelt in front of her, his gaze so intense and full of raw, desperate need that her heart slammed against her ribs. Fresh embarrassment rushed through her, heating her face.
"V..." she whispered, trying to look away. This was all so new to her, and even though she wanted it more than anything, the shyness still hit hard.
"Don’t hide from me, baby. Please," Voren murmured softly, his hands gently but firmly parting her thighs. "You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited for this. How many nights I’ve dreamed about making you feel this good."

"I’ve never felt anything like this," she whimpered, her voice shaking with overwhelming pleasure. "It’s so good... fuck, it’s too much."

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