Author's note: this is from Duke's point of view
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Not pouncing on Serina like a sexually deprived savage took every ounce of my self-control.
Serina was right there, looking at me with those gray eyes full of love and desire. Her intoxicating scent of jasmine with the hint of Japanese wisteria muddled my reasoning. She was naked and offering herself for me to feast on, and I didn't want anything other than that, but I feared that my madness will take over and I will end up hurting her.
The sparks were also there, rising in intensity with every next touch, and urging me to get closer to Serina. Closer. Until we were one.
Everything about Serina was perfect, even her sighs that I inhaled while devouring her lips.
I was right there, pushing into her and my mind went blank at the sensation of sparks dancing on my cock. Control. How the heck was I supposed to control this when my brain was stuttering?
