Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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I squirmed in Duke's bed, surrounded by his scent and I licked my lips while remembering his hot erection in my mouth. The texture was indescribable, and I really wanted to taste him again.
Last night, with my tongue, I traced every vein along his shaft, and the pulsating as he shoot his seed down my throat nearly made me come.
I didn't realize that by pleasuring him I will get so turned on. It's like Duke is my own personal aphrodisiac.
His flavor, his scent, his warmth, his sounds… it was all highly addictive, and I craved for more.
I scrambled out of the bed and found a t-shirt that he removed from me last night. I pulled it over my head and confirmed that it reached half of my thighs.
As I made my way into the kitchen, I wondered what Duke's expression will be when he realizes that I'm not wearing panties (or his boxer shorts).
