"You're exquisite," he said, his voice thick with awe, as if seeing her for the first time, though they had shared countless nights like this. His hands cupped her breasts through the lace, thumbs circling her nipples, drawing them to peaks that strained against the fabric.

Seraphina arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as pleasure radiated through her core. Her sensitive ears caught the subtle rustle of fabric, the quickening of his pulse, amplifying every sensation. She reached behind to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away, exposing herself fully to him.

Her breasts, full and pert, heaved with her shallow breaths, nipples hardening further in the air. Arthur's eyes drank her in, his expression a blend of hunger and tenderness, before he lowered his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth.

The sensation was exquisite—a warm, wet heat that sent bolts of pleasure straight to her center. He sucked gently at first, his tongue flicking in lazy circles, then with more insistence, grazing with his teeth just enough to elicit a gasp. His free hand kneaded her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, the dual assault making her knees weaken.

She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, the engagement ring pressing a cool imprint against him. "Arthur... yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with need, her body responding with a flood of heat between her thighs.

He guided her backward toward the bed, their steps a tangled dance of kisses and touches. The back of her knees hit the anti-gravity mattress, and she sank down onto the plush sheets, pulling him with her. The bed adjusted seamlessly, contours shifting to cradle their bodies, the smart fibers warming to their touch.

Arthur hovered over her, his body a protective shield, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers as he kissed a trail down her neck, across her collarbone, lingering at the valley between her breasts. Each kiss was a declaration—of love, of passion, of the unbreakable bond they shared. The room's AI dimmed the lights further, casting a romantic holographic twilight over them, stars twinkling faintly on the ceiling.

Seraphina's hands roamed his back, tracing the muscles that flexed with every movement, before sliding lower to the waistband of his lounge pants. She tugged them down, freeing him, her fingers wrapping around his impressive length—thick, veined, pulsing with need. He was commanding in size, a delicious challenge that her body craved, and she stroked him slowly, feeling the velvet heat, the way he throbbed in her grip. Arthur groaned against her skin, the vibration sending sparks through her. "Sera," he murmured, the nickname intimate and raw, reserved for these moments when walls crumbled.

He shifted lower, his kisses trailing across her toned stomach, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin just above her hipbone. She lifted her hips as he peeled away her leggings and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving her bare before him. The air hummed with anticipation, her silver hair fanning out like a halo on the pillow, her ice-blue eyes half-lidded with desire. Arthur's gaze swept over her—the curve of her hips, the smooth plane of her abdomen, the glistening evidence of her arousal between her thighs. "So beautiful," he whispered, his voice reverent, before parting her legs and settling between them.

His fingers ghosted over her most intimate place, sending a shiver through her, and then his hand was on her—fingers delving in with deliberate strokes, exploring her essence, sweet and slick under his touch. He traced along her folds, circling her clit with expert precision, drawing moans that echoed in the suite. Her heightened senses overwhelmed her: the faint hum of the environmental systems, the distant wind against the glass, the slick, wet sounds of his devotion.

Her fingers tangled in his black hair, guiding him, her hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure built like a storm. The engagement ring on her finger caught the holographic light as she gripped the sheets, its aetherite band pulsing faintly, as if channeling her rising energy.

Arthur slipped a finger inside her, then two, curling them to hit that perfect spot, his thumb never ceasing its rhythm on her clit. The combination was intoxicating, pushing her toward the edge. "Arthur... I'm..." she gasped, her body tensing, muscles coiling tight. The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her cry filling the room as waves of ecstasy pulsed through her, leaving her trembling and breathless.

But Arthur wasn't finished; his stamina was legendary. There was a reason he was able to keep up with six women after all. He rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his deep blue eyes locked on hers with a cocky yet tender smile. He reached for the bedside drawer—always prepared, even in guest quarters—and retrieved a condom, rolling it on with efficient grace. The sight of him, sheathed and ready, his thick length standing proud, sent a fresh wave of desire through her. She pulled him down, kissing him fiercely, tasting herself on his tongue, a intimate blend that fueled their passion.

He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing for a moment, rubbing against her slick folds before entering slowly. The stretch was exquisite, her body yielding to his girth with a familiar burn that bordered on bliss. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, feeling every inch as he filled her completely, bottoming out with a groan. "So tight... perfect," he murmured, his forehead resting against hers, giving her time to adjust. The ring on her finger pressed against his back, its enchantments humming, as if blessing their union with enhanced harmony, making their movements feel even more synchronized.

Then he began to move—slow, deep thrusts that built a rhythm like the heartbeat of the mountain itself. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper. The bed frame hummed faintly with adaptive support, the sheets tangling as their bodies synced in perfect tandem. Arthur's hands roamed: one bracing beside her head, the other cupping her breast, pinching her nipple in time with his hips. She met him thrust for thrust, her toned muscles flexing, the friction building an inferno that made her skin flush with heat.

Their lovemaking was a dance of passion and love, each movement a testament to the years they'd built together. Seraphina's mind flashed to their first time—tentative, exploratory—and how far they'd come, their bodies now attuned like finely tuned instruments in this futuristic era. She whispered his name like a prayer, her ice-blue eyes never leaving his, conveying the depth of her devotion. "I love you," she breathed between moans, her voice breaking with emotion.

"I love you too, Sera. Always," he replied, his thrusts growing more insistent, the slap of skin on skin filling the room, drowned out slightly by the suite's sound-dampening fields. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, tongues dueling as pleasure mounted. Another climax built within her, coiling low in her belly, and when it hit, she clenched around him, crying out his name as stars burst behind her eyelids, the holographic ceiling mirroring the explosion with faint light bursts.

Arthur followed soon after, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep, groaning her name in release. They collapsed together, breathless, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison. But this was only the beginning; hours stretched before them, a canvas for their passion in the quiet of the night.

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