CHAPTER 80: BACK HOME...

"You love it like this... don’t you?"

Her only answer was a desperate moan, her nails clawing down his back.

The carriage rocked, and so did they. Slowly, Xavier pushed deeper and deeper, until finally his full length slid inside, her wet walls clinging around him all the way to the base.

’So good!’ Xavier’s thoughts rang. The combination of her tightness, her heat, and the flood of wetness enveloping him was indescribable. Every twitch of his cock inside her was answered by her body squeezing tighter, as if unwilling to let him go.

He clenched his jaw, trying to hold back his release, savoring every texture, every ripple inside her that drove him mad.

Minutes passed, the slow rhythm turning into something more. Seraphina was adjusting to him, her moans rising, her body giving in completely.

"I don’t know why..." she whispered breathlessly against his ear, "...but it feels... different... like this time, it means something."

Xavier kissed her cheek, his voice low and rough. "Because you wanted it. Because you chose me."

Her heart stuttered, her moan breaking into a cry as he suddenly picked up the pace. His thrusts grew stronger, harder, pumping into her with force that made the carriage creak faintly with each slam.

"Ahnn! Xa–Xavier!" Seraphina cried out, her hand sliding over his chest, clutching him as if to anchor herself. Her fluids ran freely now, dripping down his length, soaking his thighs as he fucked her with increasing intensity.

Their lips met again, mouths crashing together, kissing through their moans. Xavier devoured her lips, their tongues tangling, only pausing to gasp through their noses before diving back in. Her nipples pressed hard against his chest, each friction adding more fuel to the fire.

The faster he moved, the louder she grew. Her moans filled the carriage, sweet, melodic, but edged with desperation, until he had to bite back his own groans.

"Seraphina..." he breathed against her mouth.

Her eyes fluttered, hazy and wild. "Yes... yes... don’t stop... make me yours..."

The words nearly undid him.

The pressure built quickly, his balls tightening, preparing to release. He buried himself as deep as he could, pounding into her from below with raw urgency, his muscles tensing as he lost control.

With one final hard thrust, Xavier exploded inside her.

"Ahhh—!" Seraphina’s moan tore from her throat, her body shuddering violently as she climaxed at the same time, her walls clamping down around him like a vice. The pressure milked every drop of his hot cum, her insides tightening with each pulse of his release.

Xavier groaned, holding her tight as wave after wave poured into her, filling her to the brim until he swore he had nothing left to give.

They clung to each other, lips locking again in a sloppy, fevered kiss, tongues entwined as they rode the aftershocks together.

Her body trembled, her walls still twitching around his softening cock. He kissed her again, deeper, slower, before pulling back just enough to whisper, "You’re incredible, Seraphina..."

Her eyes fluttered open, dazed, her blush spreading to her ears. She smiled faintly, though her voice came breathless. "And you’re mine... remember that."

He chuckled softly, kissing her forehead. "How could I forget?"

The two stayed entwined, still kissing, still tasting each other, as the carriage rolled steadily on.

Their breaths were still ragged, bodies pressed together, the faint scent of sweat and sex mingling in the warm air of the carriage.

Seraphina rested her head on Xavier’s chest, her silver hair sticking to her damp forehead. For a while, she stayed silent, listening to his steady heartbeat. Her lips curved into a faint smile, but her eyes remained heavy with something deeper.

"...Xavier," she murmured softly, her voice trembling with honesty she rarely allowed herself, "sometimes I fear I’ll lose you."

Xavier tilted his head, brushing a kiss across her hair. "Lose me? Why?"

She tightened her arms around him, almost as if she was afraid he’d slip away that very moment. "...Because no matter how much I want to keep you all to myself, I know I can’t. Celene, Lucy... even the Goddess herself. You’ll never belong only to me. And yet... I can’t help but want you that way."

Her voice cracked slightly, the edge of vulnerability cutting through her usual poise. "When I see the way others look at you, when I imagine what you do with them, it burns me, Xavier. I hate it. I hate that I can’t stop it."

Xavier smirked faintly, though his eyes softened. He cupped her chin, tilting her face up to his. "So jealous, my Queen."

She blushed furiously, swatting lightly at his chest. "Don’t tease me. I’m serious."

His smirk faded into a gentler smile. He kissed her forehead, then her lips, slow and lingering. "Listen, Seraphina. No matter how many women enter my life, no matter what the Goddess herself demands of me — you’ll never be just another name. You’re mine. The first to hold me. The first to claim me. Nothing changes that."

Her eyes widened slightly, shimmering with unshed emotion. "...You always know what to say, don’t you?" she whispered.

He chuckled, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "That’s because it’s the truth. You think I could ever forget the noble lady who dragged me into her carriage and made me hers?"

Seraphina let out a shaky laugh, her blush deepening. She hid her face against his chest again, her words muffled. "...Idiot."

He stroked her hair slowly, the warmth of the moment wrapping them both. For the first time since she had voiced her jealousy, Seraphina allowed herself to relax, her grip on him loosening, her breathing softening against his chest.

The comfortable silence was broken by a firm voice outside the carriage.

"Lady Seraphina," the rider called respectfully, his tone professional, "we have arrived at the Valemont Estate."

Seraphina sighed quietly, lifting her head though she didn’t move from his lap just yet. "...Back to reality," she murmured, her lips brushing against his neck before she finally pulled away.

Xavier smirked, straightening his clothes. "Reality can wait a little longer."

She shot him a playful glare, her cheeks still pink, but the softness in her eyes betrayed her. "...Greedy man."

And with that, the carriage slowed to a stop before the grand gates of Valemont.

The carriage slowed before the iron-wrought gates of the Valemont Estate, the horses huffing as their enchanted tack glimmered faintly under the morning sun. The banners of House Valemont swayed lightly in the breeze — silver and blue embroidered with the crescent moon crest.

When the wheels came to a full stop, the guards dismounted swiftly, moving with crisp precision to open the carriage door.

"Lady Seraphina has returned!" one called out.

The mansion courtyard stirred into motion. Maids lined themselves quickly along the path, heads bowed, their voices rising in unison. "Welcome home, Milady!"

At the front stood Lloyd, the head butler. Dressed immaculately in his black tailcoat and white gloves, his silver hair combed perfectly back, he embodied the quiet dignity of the estate. Yet when his sharp eyes lifted toward the carriage, a flicker of tension cut across his face.

For when Lady Seraphina descended gracefully, Xavier was the one who followed close behind her — his presence at her side heavy, intimate, unmistakable. The faint glow on her cheeks, the relaxed sway in her step, even the way her hand brushed briefly against Xavier’s arm — all were details Lloyd caught at once.

His jaw tightened. His gloved fist curled at his side. But he bowed low, his voice steady, clipped, professional. "Welcome home, Lady Seraphina. The estate stands ready at your service."

Seraphina’s lips curved into a faint smile, cool and composed. "Thank you, Lloyd. I trust you managed things well in my absence."

"Of course, Milady," Lloyd replied, forcing himself to straighten, though his teeth gritted behind his polite expression. "Every matter has been attended to with diligence. If I may, shall I provide you the report now?"

Seraphina inclined her head. "Go on."

The servants stood silently at attention as Lloyd stepped forward, producing a folded set of papers from within his coat. He read clearly, his tone crisp.

"First, regarding the harvest accounts — the majority of tenant farmers submitted their dues without incident. Two estates attempted to delay their delivery, but I sent riders to enforce the agreed terms. Payment has since arrived."

Seraphina nodded once, her face unreadable. "Efficient as always. Continue."

"Yes, Milady. The estate guard reports no incursions along the western borders. Patrols were doubled in anticipation of the rumors of bandits, but no threats approached our lands. However..." He glanced briefly at Xavier before continuing, "...there were disturbances recorded in neighboring territories. Rebel activity may yet reach closer."

Seraphina’s gaze sharpened. "I see. I’ll raise the issue at the next council."

"As for the household itself," Lloyd continued, his voice stiff, "supplies remain ample. The maids have completed the seasonal cleaning. The stables are fully stocked, and the ledgers balanced. In short, Lady Seraphina — your house remains in order."