Seraphina’s POV

“Wait,” I said suddenly when I felt Kit’s calloused hands scratch deliciously against my bare waist.

Instantly, he stopped, removing his hands from my skin despite how badly I could tell he wanted to touch me. My thighs quivered around him, feeling how hard he pressed against me. Through our clothes, I could feel how excited he was. The thickness of his cock notched against me.

Wetness pooled between my legs and my body became ...