The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The air was thick with warmth, and the lingering traces of previous night's passion.
Seraphina stirred slightly. The weight of exhaustion was still pressing down on her, but she was acutely aware of the two men beside her.
A hand was trailing down her spine in slow, lazy, and deliberate motion.
Kethan.
She didn't even have to open her eyes to know it was him. His touch was always teasing, always playful, even now. A second later, she felt a deeper warmth pressing against her from the other side.
Raven.
Unlike Kethan, Raven wasn't teasing. His touch was firm, grounding, possessive.
She shivered.
"You are awake," Kethan murmured, his lips grazing the nape of her neck. His voice was rough from sleep, and it sent a delicious shudder through her body.
