Author's note: this is from Duke's point of view

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~ Paris ~

It was only four days since Seraphina and I parted at the private terminal of London's airport, but it felt like four eternities and our long video chats didn't reduce my longing for her.

Being away from Seraphina was physically painful and I trembled in anticipation as the car moved, bringing me closer to the apartment where Seraphina waited for me.

She told me that she will wait for me at the airport, but I told her it will be better if we meet in a place that provides privacy. I was not sure I will be able to keep my hands from feeling her out, or maybe just throw myself at her wherever we are, and I didn't want to risk making a scene at the airport.

I thought that going all the way with Serina will calm down my urges, but it did the opposite. I am worse than a horny teenager. Every thought of Seraphina is arousing and considering that I'm thinking about her most of the time, and that since last weekend I have plenty of vivid images to choose from, I'm in a quite bad shape.

I admit, I'm totally addicted to the feeling of being inside her, and I can't wait to feel her tight pussy milk my cock again.

And… my jeans are cramped again. Damn it!

The car stopped moving and I paid for the cab before stepping out.

Jitters in my stomach intensified. I'm here.

I looked at the same building where I was with Sergio three years ago. On one of those terraces, I held Serina for the first time after she disappeared, and I told her that I miss her as she gazed at the sight of the Eiffel Tower.

I have no idea how that happened as there is no logically possible explanation for me being somewhere I wasn't and spending numerous nights with Serina without leaving my apartment. I read about astral projection and as much as it sounds fantastic, I don't know what else could it be.

Seeing this terrace in person will confirm that what I experienced in the last three years, during my separation from Seraphina, was real.

Sergio is in Paris also. He is staying in a hotel, and he will join us tonight in the nightclub and if we decide to roam the streets during this weekend. I asked him to watch our back because I don't want to see a repeat of muggers cornering us in the alley. If Serina sees me fight again, I have no idea how to explain to her that I'm NOT a violent person.

Serina agreed to Sergio joining us for outings.

Sergio had no objections because in the evening we will be in one of the nightclubs and that is totally his comfort zone, and after that, we will head to Serina's apartment which means that Sergio is free to do whatever he wants.

I rang the doorbell, and I recognized the man who answered the door three years ago.

This time, instead of telling me to scram, he bowed respectfully. "Mr. Orsini, Miss Mezzanotte is expecting you."

Bastard. He even spoke English! Three years ago, he pretended not to understand us unless we spoke French! And I suck at French.

I gave him a tight smile that looked more like a grimace. "Please, show me the way."

The maid opened the door of the apartment and before I got a chance to see the inside, Serina jumped on me with an excited, "I missed you!"

She clung onto me like an adorable koala, with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

I let go of my carry-on and helped steady her by holding onto her perfect ass. I couldn't help but give her a squeeze and she let out a soft moan right next to my ear.

I spoke softly, only for Serina to hear, "Show me the way to the bedroom, love, or I will press you here on the floor for this maid to watch."

Serina waved her right hand. "First door… you can't miss it."

I moved with urgency.

I thought that I was an impatient one, but the moment the door closed behind us, Serina almost tore my shirt instead of undoing the buttons.

I chuckled and cupped her cheeks to give her a light kiss on the lips. "I missed you too."

Serina stopped the assault on my garments and hugged me tightly.

"I thought I will go crazy without you…", she whined against my chest. "I need to feel you. Please…"

How can I say 'no' to the woman I adore when she said 'please'?

I cupped her cheeks again, but this time my kiss showed how starved I was for her, and her hands moved to work on the buttons of my jeans.

The potent scent of her arousal told me that she was ready for me, and I couldn't delay it any further.

I reached under her skirt and in one swift move tore her panties before pinning her against the door. Her legs wrapped around my waist, meeting at ankles behind me.

"Ahh…", Serina let out a satisfying moan when I buried myself deep inside her.

There was complete stillness as we looked into each other's eyes, both stirring with maddening lust.

I wanted to stay in this moment forever, just like this, but my body moved on its own, enjoying the sensation of me inside her and at the same time craving for more of that mind-blowing friction.

Serina's lustful sounds were out of this world, and I had no intention of slowing down, despite the heavy door clambering as I rammed myself inside her.

She was perfect. Mine.

…

We were on the bed, and Serina snuggled next to me, like an adorable kitten.

"Are you hungry?", she asked. "Dinner is in two-and-a-half hours, and I can ask the staff to prepare something if you want a quick bite."

"Not really.", I said. "I ate on the plane, so I'm good. Is your aunt here?"

"No. She is in a hotel. Calista has her plans which don't include us. Besides, everything that happens here, reaches my father's ears."

I thought I heard something interesting. This is Aldus's building, why wouldn't she be here? "Calista fears her older brother?"

Serina was quick to deny it. "I don't think Calista fears anything or anyone. It's more like…", Serina pursed her adorable lips while picking her words. "She doesn't want to disappoint him."

"A man like Aldus Mezzanotte has a way of finding out things.", I stated the fact.

"True. But bringing a man here would be treated as disrespect. When she is in front of Aldus or in public, Calista is behaving like a lady in an old-fashioned way."

I wanted to ask if me being here (and banging Serina against the door – literally) would be disrespectful, but I decided to skip that. What if I give her ideas and she chases me away?

I hugged her tightly and buried my face in her neck. Her scent is intoxicating.

Serina hugged me back and we held each other in silence.

I love that we can share everything, silence included.

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