Seraphina’s POV

Kit stared down at me, slack-jawed, flushed, sweat beading along his thick neck. He looked as desperate as I felt. The taste of him clung to my tongue, thick in my throat. Heady and masculine.

He looked completely strung out on his orgasm, pupils blown with bliss, slightly narrowed and hungry. All of his noises spurred me on, adding to my own pleasure until I had to press my thighs together to stifle some of that heat.

I never thought ...