Seraphina's Point Of View
The room lay bathed in the golden glow of the late afternoon sun, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. My breath was still ragged, my body trembling from the aftershocks of their touch, every muscle aching in the most delicious way. Time itself seemed to have slowed, the world outside that room forgotten entirely, as though nothing existed beyond these walls, beyond the warmth of the bodies surrounding me.
Azriel had gathered me into his arms, his strong, tattooed limbs wrapping around me like a cage of warmth and safety. His lips brushed against my hair, his breath hot against my scalp, his voice a low, soothing rumble that vibrated through my entire body. I could feel his heartbeat against my cheek, steady and grounding, an anchor in the haze of pleasure still clouding my mind.
