My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 536

Chapter 536: Chapter 536 AFTER (BONUS Chapter 3)

SERAPHINA’S POV

Maybe it was the heat.

Maybe it was the memory of the last time we’d stood in this kitchen, only to have the moment stolen away before either of us had been ready to let it go.

Or maybe it was simply Kieran.

Because somehow, after everything we’d survived together—after war and loss and impossible odds, after discovering we were mates, rejecting the bond, and then choosing one another every single day—it still felt as though every kiss was the first one we’d ever shared.

Mind-numbing. Intoxicating. Explosive.

It reminded me how thoroughly we’d learned one another since we got together, yet somehow nothing had become routine.

His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that stole every coherent thought from my head, and I met him with equal desperation, my fingers tangling in his hair as if I could anchor myself against the tide of instinct threatening to sweep me away.

Outside, waves crashed rhythmically against the rocks below the villa, but the sound had become little more than a distant heartbeat beneath the roar of blood rushing through my ears.

Kieran’s hands slid to my hips, warm and sure, and he lifted me effortlessly from the floor.

A startled laugh escaped me, dissolving almost immediately into another kiss as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

My entire body fit against his with effortless familiarity, and for one moment I simply reveled in the feeling of being held, suspended between earth and sky by the man who had become my home.

He walked us backward without ever breaking the kiss.

The counter met my lower back, and something rattled beside us. A moment later, a ceramic bowl struck the tiled floor with a sharp crack, chopped onions scattering across the kitchen in every direction.

Neither of us so much as glanced toward the sound.

My legs tightened around him of their own accord, drawing him impossibly closer until there wasn’t a breath of space left between us.

I let out a delighted gasp when I felt his hardness press against me, and electricity rippled through me, originating from the point of contact.

The warmth radiating from his body soaked through me, every nerve ending sharpened by the relentless pull of the mate bond until even the simple pressure of his embrace sent another wave of heat coursing through me.

It felt as though my skin no longer belonged to me. As if fire had replaced blood in my veins.

I buried my face against the curve of his neck, breathing him in with a desperation that embarrassed me only in theory. Cedar. Sea salt. Rain.

Mine.

My hips shifted, pressing harder against his erection, and he groaned.

“Kieran,” I moaned. “I need...” I trailed off; I couldn’t quite put into words exactly what I needed, or how intensely I needed it.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing my temple, “I know.”

His lips trailed lower, lingering against the place where our bond marked my skin. The simple contact sent another shiver racing through me, so intense it bordered on painful.

“It hurts,” I whispered.

Delicious torture but torture all the same.

“I know.” His voice had gone rough around the edges. “I’ll make it better. I’ll take care of you.”

I tipped my forehead against his, smiling despite the ache simmering beneath my skin.

"You can start by taking this off."

With a swift tug, I caught the towel knotted around his waist and pulled. It unraveled without resistance.

We were still pressed so tightly together that the fabric remained trapped between our bodies instead of falling away, but I’d created enough space to wrap my hand around Kieran’s thick, throbbing erection.

An anguished groan tore from his throat. "Fuck, Sera."

His forehead dropped onto my shoulder as though the simple contact had stolen the strength from his legs. I gave him an experimental squeeze, marveling at the velvety heat of him in my palm.

"Gods," I breathed, unable to stop myself. "You feel so good."

"You should..." He drew in a shuddering breath that vibrated through both our bodies. "You should stop that, or this will be over before it’s even started."

A breathless laugh escaped me as I buried my free hand in his hair.

"I’m the one in heat," I reminded him, unable to resist teasing as I deliberately increased the pace of my strokes.

He slowly lifted his head from my shoulder.

When our eyes met, the last threads of restraint disappeared from his expression. His already dark gaze seemed to deepen into something endless, something that swallowed every coherent thought I possessed.

"Oh?" His mouth curved into the faintest smile. "You’ve got jokes?"

Before I could answer, his hands tightened around my waist, and the world tipped.

One heartbeat I was perched on the counter.

The next, he had lifted me as if I weighed nothing at all, and in a single fluid movement I found myself stretched across the cool kitchen tiles.

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