Seraphina's Point Of View
I shoved away from the door as if it had scorched me, my bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor. The apartment's silence pressed in around me, thick and suffocating, yet it paled in comparison to the chaos raging in my head. My hands flew to my mouth, and I screamed, "Arghhh!!!" Loud, raw, broken into my palms. The sound emerged muffled but no less desperate, echoing the turmoil tearing through my chest.
The taste of him lingered on my tongue, the ache of him still pulsing between my thighs, and I despised it. I despised that I could still feel him, still wanted him, still craved the way his hands had claimed me. My body betrayed me with every trembling breath, every phantom touch that haunted my skin.
