Seraphina's Point Of View
I remained sprawled in his arms, my body boneless and utterly spent, my skin still humming from the aftershocks of what he'd just done to me.
My arms were looped around his neck, fingers barely maintaining their grip, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps that I couldn't seem to control.
My eyes were dazed and half-lidded as I tried to recover some semblance of composure, but my mind felt foggy, disconnected from reality.
The air in the car had grown thick and heavy with the scent of sex... his cologne mingling with my perfume, the musky, intimate smell of us creating an intoxicating blend that made my head spin.
Every breath I took seemed to draw that scent deeper into my lungs, a reminder of what had just transpired between us.
