Seraphina's Point Of View
Azriel's mouth found me again before I could catch a single breath, his hunger evident in every movement. His tongue swept through my folds, licking, sucking, devouring me like a man who had gone years without this kind of satisfaction. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place with a grip that promised bruises, and his lips closed around my clit, sucking hard.
I screamed around Draven's cock, my body trembling, my hips bucking against Azriel's mouth as he fucked me with his tongue… rough, relentless, wild. There was something almost desperate in the way he held me, as though he needed this as much as I did, as though my pleasure were the only thing tethering him to sanity.
I could feel it in the tension of his shoulders beneath my thighs, in the way his fingers trembled slightly even as they gripped me hard enough to bruise, a man clinging to the last thread of his control.
