Seraphina's Point Of View
Draven's cock hovered right there, thick and heavy against my lips, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. The scent of him… musky, male, intoxicating, filled my senses, overwhelming every rational thought until nothing existed but him and this need clawing through me. My tongue darted out on its own, tracing the vein that pulsed along his length, savoring the way he shuddered at even that small touch.
He groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair, his voice a rough, commanding growl that sent heat pooling low in my belly. Somewhere beneath the haze of arousal, a small, disbelieving part of me marveled at how quickly I'd surrendered to this, to them, to the wild hunger that had taken root in my chest and refused to let go.
"That's it, princess," he rumbled. "Taste me."
I didn't need to be told twice.
