"Could you use your mouth?"
He wasn't demanding, but pleading. Her hands were no longer enough, he wanted more. Yet he also feared he would ruin her if he went further.
If she refused, he wouldn't complain, content to accept whatever she would permit him to receive.
He heard no answer from her, only a lingering silence. He swallowed back a sigh of disappointment, his hand moving to draw her back into a kiss, using it to soothe the fierce desire raging within him.
But she wasn't there.
Her breath was no longer at his cheek.
It was… lower.
Hovering over his aching, unsated need.
Lucian inhaled sharply, his entire body tensing until his blood vessels seemed ready to burst.
Was she really…?
He couldn't believe she would truly indulge his desire.
But she was.
Seraphina hesitated before the towering manhood confronting her, each of her breaths causing it to twitch and tremble.
This symbol of masculine pride and strength now seemed so vulnerable.
