Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 107

Seraphina was completely lost in their kiss, intoxicated by the sweet taste of his desire.

A desire he only had for her.

Leandro never hid this, nor did he feel the need to. But she, she craved more.

Reaching out, Seraphina wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed herself against him, and gave him all of her passion.

But in the face of her heat, Leandro seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Seraphina didn't know why he hesitated, nor did she want to give him the chance to. She pushed him gently onto the couch behind them and climbed onto his lap, kissing him again.

His shirt was half unbuttoned. His skin was against hers.

Sitting on top of him, Seraphina seemed to take control of the night.

But then, the room's landline rang.

Leandro paused, reaching out to push her away.

But Seraphina held on tight, her arms and legs wrapped firmly around him, refusing to let go.

The phone rang a few times, then stopped.

But then, Leandro's mobile rang.

This time, Leandro gave Seraphina no chance, gripping her chin to force her away from him and answered the call.

Seraphina couldn't get to his lips, but her hands weren't stopping. They reached for his waistband, unbuckling his belt.

The hand that was holding her chin moved to stop her wandering hands.

And so, Seraphina kissed his chin, her red lips wandering over his face, maintaining close contact.

Someone on the other end of the line said something, and Leandro quickly responded: "I'll be right there."

Hearing this, Seraphina was taken aback. She looked up at him, "Where are you going?"

Leandro didn't answer, hung up the call, and began to push her away to get up.

But Seraphina clung to him, her eyes pleading, "You're leaving now?"

"Seraphina." Leandro seemed helpless against her persistence, his voice deep, "I told you I didn't come for you."

Hearing this, Seraphina froze, letting go of Leandro.

Leandro pushed her away, got up, and got dressed.

Seraphina sat on the couch, quietly watching him change.

Seeing him put on his pants, button his shirt, tie his tie, and finally put on his jacket and adjust his cuffs, Seraphina finally spoke up: "So you really didn't come for me..."

She tilted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with sadness, silently watching him.

Her eyes were too clear, her sadness too evident, as if it would shatter at a touch.

She had never shown this expression before.

Leandro knew this was another one of her tactics, so he just watched her silently.

"I've overstepped again." Seraphina said, "I thought after sharing a bed a few times, Mr. Reynolds, even if you didn't care about me, you'd at least have some possessiveness over my body... but apparently not... So it doesn't matter if I go on a trip with John, and even if I sleep in the same bed with him, it still doesn't matter, right?"

Saying this, she suddenly laughed, a laugh so casual, so out of character with her usual sultry demeanor.

Beautiful, but fragile.