SERAPHINA’S POV

“I can’t get my hands off you.” He confesses.

“Then don’t.”

His knee goes up to spread my legs apart and press against my aching core, tempting me to grind against him.

And I do, like a sex-crazed whore.

I grind my hips back and forth, scratching at the itch between my thighs that pushes me to the brink of insanity.

He kisses my neck, then stops at my mark, grazing his teeth while flicking my nipples at the same time.

The combination hits too hard.

A low, ...