Author's note: This is from Seraphina's point of view
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Our current position on the top deck of a luxury boat was scandalous.
I was sitting on the dining table that had rose petals scattered everywhere, and several candles at the far end.
Between my legs was Duke, who was sitting on the chair, his position placing his face at my chest level, but his eyes were glued to my exposed legs (thanks to Duke tearing my custom Versace gown).
The bodice of the gown was still fairly untouched, and Duke caressed my legs like they are the most precious things in the world.
I could see the lust clouding Duke's mind with every passing second as the air around us became heady, and I didn't move a muscle because I didn't want to disturb him.
The impatience with which Duke tore my panties left me breathless and I knew that he can smell my arousal. He probably smelled it from the moment I climbed on this upper deck.
