Sera arched beneath his touch, her hands sliding over his back, nails lightly scoring his skin as if she were trying to anchor herself.
He moved lower, kissing the valley between her breasts, then the soft curve of her stomach, then lower still. When his mouth found the heat between her thighs, Sera's breath left her in a broken gasp. Her fingers threaded into his hair, not pushing, simply holding as he tasted her with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.
He learned what made her tremble, what made her thighs tense against his shoulders, what made her whisper his name like a secret.
He did not rush. He stayed there until her breathing turned ragged and her hips began to lift in helpless rhythm until she came with a low, throaty cry that she tried and failed to muffle against her own wrist.
Only then did he rise over her again.
Jake entered her slowly, watching her face as he did. Her body opened to him with a slick, welcoming heat that drew a groan from his throat.
