Tangled in his Obsession novel Chapter 70

Leandro walked right past her, opened the door to Valerio's room, took a look, presumably to see Valerio peacefully asleep, and then closed the door again. He paced back and forth, approaching her then distancing himself again.

Seraphina looked up at him, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "Your shower gel smells amazing, what's the brand?"

As she spoke, she got a grip on the belt of Leandro's robe and started to fiddle with it.

Leandro looked down at her actions, then looked back up with a slightly gloomy expression.

Seraphina was amused and even more reluctant to let go. "Do you really think that with Aunt Florence here, I wouldn't dare to touch you?" Leandro finally spoke, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

Seraphina still had a smile at the corner of her mouth, "Do you, Mr. Reynolds, really want to taste the thrill of a bloody battle?"

"There's more than one way to share a bed," Leandro said slowly.

Seraphina's hand movement paused for a moment as she gazed at him.

"Besides," Leandro's hand slowly gripped her chin, "it's not like we haven't tried before."

That sentence brought back a rush of memories.

Those embarrassing and awkward past moments, buried deep in her memory, suddenly surfaced, leaving Seraphina a little breathless.

Leandro glanced at her, released her hand, and turned to leave.

Seraphina snapped back to reality and chuckled.

"How could it be the same?" Seraphina said, "After all, back then, I wasn't as annoying to Mr. Reynolds as I am now, right?"

Leandro paused and looked back at her.

Seraphina didn't back down, meeting his gaze provocatively.

By the time Seraphina realized how reckless she was being, she was already back in Leandro's bed.

There was more than one way for a man and a woman to be intimate on a bed.

Just like that year, her innocence had stirred his desires.

For Seraphina back then, Leandro was the best man in the world, and even though she was willing to give herself to him completely, he chose the most protective way to satisfy his desires, without truly possessing her.

What was she feeling then?

Shy but joyful, dazed but excited.

That was an intimacy just between them, a precious memory she would never forget.

She had carefully protected that secret, until all her dreams and memories shattered, and the secret was buried.

For the present Seraphina, that memory brought shame, and the current reality brought clarity.

There were moments in the past she thought she had let go of, but now she realized she hadn’t.

She had simply hidden some things. When the memories resurfaced, those seemingly disappeared memories came back to her, making her realize that she still hated him.

Before she was even aware of it, this hatred had clouded her judgment, making her willing to sacrifice herself to beat him.

She just wanted to see this usually arrogant, self-important man succumb to desire, succumb to her body.

Even she found it a bit absurd.

Reason told her it wasn't worth it, but reality didn't allow her to back down.

For Leandro, this was an insatiable release of desire.

Once the long-hidden desire was exposed, it was like a flood breaking out, with nowhere to hide.

From then on, he was never tired of it, never satisfied.