My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374: Chapter 374 STILL UNFOLDING

SERAPHINA’S POV

Morning arrived softly.

I surfaced from sleep slowly, wrapped in warmth and the lingering haze of a night that still felt half like a dream.

For a moment, I lay still, drifting between memory and the present, aware only of the steady heat surrounding me and the familiar scent of cedar and something uniquely Kieran.

Then his lips brushed my neck.

A quiet breath left me as awareness sharpened and a jolt of anticipation tingled through my chest.

His mouth moved slowly along the sensitive curve beneath my ear, unhurried, almost reverent. The warmth of his breath stirred goosebumps across my skin.

“Kieran...” I murmured sleepily.

He answered with another kiss.

Only then did I realize his hand was resting over my breast, his palm warm and possessive as his thumb traced lazy circles on my nipples that made my body slowly come alive beneath the blankets.

His other hand...

My eyes flew open slightly as sensation sharpened.

His fingers slid teasingly along the inside of my thigh beneath the sheets, just barely brushing where heat pooled low in my body.

A shiver ran through me.

“Kieran,” I whispered again, though the protest held very little force.

His chuckle vibrated against my skin.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

I shifted slightly onto my back and blinked up at the ceiling as the last remnants of sleep faded.

The early-morning light filtering through the curtains painted the room in pale gold, softer than the fierce silver of the moonlight we had fallen asleep under hours earlier.

And then memory struck.

Moonlight.

The rug.

The way I had pulled him down to me without hesitation.

‘I love fire.’

Heat rushed to my face.

Oh gods.

I buried my face in the pillow.

Kieran’s low chuckle was like a caress on my skin. “Don’t tell me you’re suddenly shy.”

I groaned softly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His hand tightened slightly over my breast.

“Oh, you absolutely do.”

I peeked at him through the curtain of my hair. His eyes gleamed with unmistakable satisfaction as he looked down at me, propped casually on one elbow.

“Why are you acting like last night was our first time?”

I shrugged. "Last night might not have been our first. But this morning is. We haven’t woken up together before. Last time, I was out of bed before you."

His expression softened, and he dipped his head, pressing a slow kiss to the hollow of my throat.

“That’s my fault,” he mumbled against my skin. “I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “We’re done feeling sorry about the past, remember?”

He nodded, pressing another kiss to my skin. “In other news”—I felt his smile widen against my skin—“you were very bold last night, Seraphina.”

The heat in my cheeks intensified.

“I was under unusual lunar influence,” I muttered weakly.

His grin widened. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

His fingers traced teasingly along my side as he spoke, sending another ripple of warmth through me.

“You demanded I take you under the moon.”

My blush deepened.

“I merely suggested—”

“You ordered.”

His mouth brushed the sensitive spot beneath my jaw again, and my breath caught.

“I love it when you get so commanding.”

I shoved lightly at his shoulder, though the gesture lacked conviction.

“You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Of course I am.” His tone carried zero shame. "I spent ten years not appreciating what I had, Sera. Now, I intend to enjoy the memory of last night thoroughly—and every memory to come."

I huffed, trying to sound annoyed, though laughter tugged at the edges of my voice.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Mm.”

His fingers slipped higher beneath the blankets again, drawing a quiet inhale from my chest.

“And you," he murmured near my ear, "are magnificent.”

The teasing in his expression softened just slightly.

“I mean it,” he said quietly. “I wish the entire building knew what happened here last night.”

I gasped. “Kieran!”

His grin returned instantly. “I do.”

My hand smacked lightly against his chest. “Our son lives in this building.”

Kieran looked entirely unconcerned. "My bedroom is extremely well soundproofed."

He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear again.

He added softly, “Your moans belong to me alone.”

My stomach flipped.

“You’re incorrigible.”

His hand slid firmly along my hip beneath the sheets, pulling me closer against him.

“And yet you’re still here.”

Before I could respond, he rolled slightly, shifting our bodies so that I was half beneath him.

The blankets tangled around us as he kissed me again, slow and deep.

My arms wrapped instinctively around his shoulders as warmth spread through me again, sleepiness dissolving under the growing heat between us.

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