Seraphina, staring at raven's broad chest, quickly looked down as she heard the sound of his belt being undone.
Her breath hitched in surprise at the sight of him, a reminder of the night that left her both exhilarated and unable to walk the next day.
This time, she knew what to expect. The memory of that pain mingled with her anticipation, anxiety visible on her face.
"I won't hurt you," he whispered, noticing her apprehension. He kissed her gently on the cheek, though she wished he could somehow lessen his intimidating size. Her resentful gaze met his briefly.
Raven took himself in hand and slowly teased her entrance, his hot length brushing against her. Seraphina's body tensed with nervous anticipation.
"Relax," he soothed, his hand caressing her forehead, his touch comforting as it traced the contours of her face.
