Seraphina's Point Of View
The smirk that crossed his face was pure, unadulterated triumph. Victory gleamed in those dark eyes, and I hated how much it aroused me, how the sight of his satisfaction sent another pulse of heat through my core.
Keeping his left arm locked like an iron band under my ass to hold my weight, he reached down between our bodies with his right hand. The metallic click of his belt buckle sounded incredibly loud over the rushing water, each sound distinct and deliberate, marking the point of no return. A sharp hiss of fabric and zipper followed it. He reached into his briefs and brought out his cock… thick, pulsing, and already weeping fluid against my thigh. The heat of him seared my skin, impossibly hot even in the steam-filled space.
