Seraphina's Point Of View
Lucian's hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrust up into me… hard, deep, relentless. His cock pounded into me, filling me, owning me, and I screamed, my body trembling as pleasure coiled tight inside me. His mouth found my nipple, his lips closing around it, sucking hard, and I moaned loud, my voice raw, desperate, needy.
Every nerve in my body seemed to answer to him alone, as though he'd rewritten the map of my desire with his hands. There was a wildness to him now, something unleashed, and I loved that I was the one who'd set it free.
"Oh… fuck… Lucian…" My body arched into his touch, my walls clenching around his cock, my voice breaking into a whimper. "Yes… yes… just like that… harder… please…"
His tongue swirled around my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and I screamed, my hands clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
