Seraphina's Point Of View
Azriel's voice cut through the air... a dark command, a promise wrapped in sin. "Come here, Little Ember."
I moved from Draven's lap, my body trembling with anticipation and something deeper I couldn't name. My mind screamed that this was diabolical. I should be tired. Spent. Utterly wasted. Yet my body had other plans, betraying every rational thought as if possessed by some force beyond my control. The heat still blazed inside me, burning through my veins, demanding satisfaction with an urgency that frightened me.
I crawled toward him like a creature possessed by primal need, aware of how wanton I must look… how far I'd fallen from the woman I thought I was. The woman I'd been just hours ago seemed like a stranger now, someone from another lifetime. My knees pressed into the plush carpet, my dress pooling around me like spilled wine, my skin flushed and slick with sweat that caught the low light and made me gleam.
