Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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I was riding high on the fact that I went down on Duke, and it was amazing, but I reminded myself that I should not allow the situation to get steamier as I don't want to sleep again.
I moved away from Duke, and in the next moment, he pulled me toward him, lifting me with ease to sit on the kitchen's counter.
"Where do you think you are going?" His hot breath splashed against my lips.
"To shower…", I said weakly while pressing my thighs together.
"You had your breakfast. Don't you think I should have mine?"
I wanted to remind him about the omelet he made, but the fire in his eyes told me that he was talking about me as his breakfast. God, give me strength!
"That…", Duke swallowed the rest of my lame excuses with a scorching kiss that made my mind spin.
