Seraphina's Point Of View
"Hold on tight, princess," Draven rasped, his voice a dark, velvety growl that sent a shiver down my spine. His breath was hot against the shell of my ear, his hand pressing firmly against the base of my spine as he slammed back into me with a force that stole the air from my lungs.
Somewhere beneath the haze of pleasure, I registered the way his other arm banded around my waist, an anchor holding me steady against the storm he was unleashing.
I could feel the tension coiled in his muscles, a barely restrained hunger that made my heart pound even harder than the physical sensations already did.
A broken, breathless cry tore from my throat as he filled me completely, stretching me so wide I could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock buried deep inside me. The table groaned beneath us, the wood cool against my flushed skin, but Draven was fire… his chest pressed against my back, his skin slick with sweat, his grip bruising as he held me in place.
