Seraphina's Point Of View
The car rolled to a stop in front of the wrought-iron gates of my estate, the headlights casting long, jagged shadows across the pavement. My fingers hovered over the door handle, my body still humming from the way Lucian had touched me, the way he had ruined me.
I could still feel the ghost of his hands on my skin, the weight of his gaze burning into me like a brand. My lips were swollen from his kisses, my thighs still slick with the evidence of what we'd done.
I should've been disgusted. I should've been furious. But all I felt was a sick, twisting heat in my stomach, a hunger that hadn't been satisfied… only stoked.
I reached for the door, my mind already half-checking out, planning the scalding shower I'd need to scrub the scent of him off my skin.
"No parting gift, princess?"
