Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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I thanked God when Duke resumed caressing my body.
I love talking with him about anything and everything, but this was not the right time for it. I was needy and I needed him to touch me and make me scream his name in ecstasy.
Duke's hands moved under my buttocks, lifting me up toward him like I weigh nothing at all. Damn, that was hot.
I held my breath in anticipation of what's coming.
His face hovered over my intimate bush for a few long seconds before he inhaled deeply and gave me a wicked smile without breaking eye contact.
"I tasted many delicacies, but this right here...", he inhaled again. "Is the best one of all."
I felt a gush of moisture between my legs and I bit my lower lip while cursing myself for being so wanton. Just a few words from him are enough to make me heady and abandon decency.
Was there any decency in this situation?
