Seraphina’s POV
“Wait,” I said suddenly when I felt Kit’s calloused hands scratch deliciously against my bare waist.
Instantly, he stopped, removing his hands from my skin despite how badly I could tell he wanted to touch me. My thighs quivered around him, feeling how hard he pressed against me. Through our clothes, I could feel how excited he was. The thickness of his cock notched against me.
Wetness pooled between my legs and my body became sensitive.
Eager.
His touch ignited a fire under my skin.
My heart pounded, an ache permeating my entire body.
I wanted him.
I wanted him so badly, I felt like I was burning for him.
My hands pressed up against his chest and it was just as hard as I remembered.
I noticed the scars. I could see them everywhere. Claw marks. Punctures from teeth. Horrible injuries baked into his flesh. All I wanted to do was touch them, press my lips to them, and stroke my fingertips along them.