Chapter 55: You got married and didn't even tell us

As we made our way back to our chambers, the day's tension began to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of anticipation. Seraphina's hand on my shoulder felt warm and comforting, but it also sent little jolts of excitement through me. There was an intensity in her eyes that mirrored the fluttering in my stomach.

We reached the door to our room, and Seraphina paused, looking at me with a mix of seriousness and affection. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice soft.

I nodded, my heart beating faster. "I am now."

The night outside was cloaked in a heavy silence, the kind that presses down on the world and makes every sound seem louder, every touch more poignant. We had escaped the chaos, the noise of the day, finding refuge in our room that today felt like a different universe altogether.

The room, illuminated by the soft glow of a single lamp, felt like a sanctuary. It was a place that promised respite from the tumultuous world outside, a haven where the only thing that mattered was the two of us.

Seraphina's eyes, intense and unyielding, locked onto mine with a depth that seemed to pierce through my very soul. Each step she took toward me was deliberate, her movements graceful yet imbued with a sense of urgency.

Her fingers, gentle and warm, brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, the touch sending a ripple of electricity down my spine.

"You scared me today, Elara," she whispered, her voice low and husky, carrying the weight of unspoken fears and deep emotions.

"I'm sorry," I replied, my voice barely audible, trembling with a mixture of regret and a flood of emotions I couldn't fully articulate. "I didn't mean to."

"I know," she murmured, her face inches from mine. Her breath was warm, mingling with mine, creating a bubble of intimacy. "But I need you to be safe. I need you."

Her words wrapped around my heart, squeezing it with a fervent intensity. The depth of her concern, her need, ignited something primal within me. I felt an overwhelming desire to be close to her, to reassure her, to let her know that I was here, safe, and devoted to her.

I reached up, my arms encircling her neck, drawing her into a kiss. It began softly, a tender brush of lips, but quickly morphed into something more urgent, fueled by the adrenaline of the day's events and the undeniable connection that pulsed between us.

Seraphina's hands roamed over my back, her touch firm yet gentle, pulling me closer, melding our bodies together. I could feel the heat radiating from her, a tangible force that seemed to set my very skin aflame.

Her touch was intoxicating, each caress igniting a fire within me that burned hotter and brighter with every passing second. She guided us towards the bed, our lips never parting, our breaths intertwining in a symphony of need and desire.

"I'm here, my love," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm that anchored me, grounding me as I teetered on the brink. "Let go for me."

With a final, shuddering cry, I did just that. The world around me exploded into a million stars of pure bliss, the intensity of the moment consuming me utterly. Seraphina held me through it, her touch grounding me, her presence a steady anchor in the storm of pleasure.

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, I clung to her, feeling spent and exhilarated, every nerve ending still tingling with the aftershocks. She kissed me softly, her fingers brushing through my hair in a tender gesture that spoke volumes of the love and devotion she felt.

It was a touch that reassured me, that grounded me, and in that moment, I knew that I had found something precious, something worth fighting for.

She smiled and pushed open the door, letting us inside. As soon as the door closed behind us, the atmosphere shifted. The room felt like a sanctuary, a place where we could leave the world behind and focus on each other.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I clung to her, feeling spent and exhilarated. She kissed me softly, her fingers brushing through my hair, a tender gesture that spoke volumes.

"I love you," she said again, her voice filled with emotion.

I didn't aswer but just closed my eyes I was a bit tired.

We lay there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the closeness. But just as we began to relax, there was a sudden noise at the door. We both froze, turning towards the sound as it swung open.

"You got married and didn't even tell us, Seraphina," a voice said, filled with mock indignation.

We both sat up, startled and embarrassed, to see a figure standing in the doorway.

The woman standing in the doorway was a striking figure, her presence commanding immediate attention. She had long, flowing white hair that cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall.

Her piercing red eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and authority, hinting at a depth of experience and wisdom. Small, elegantly curved horns protruded from her forehead, adding an air of mystique to her appearance.

Despite her advanced age, there was a vitality about her, a sense of strength and power that radiated from her very being. I was still catching my breath and feeling a mix of curiosity and trepidation, I had never seen this woman before and couldn't help but wonder who she was and what she wanted.