Lucian nearly stopped breathing as Seraphina opened a drawer and took out a piece of black silk. This wasn't a game he was unfamiliar with, it just never occurred to him that she would be into something like this.
She returned and stood in front of him, and Lucian sank deeper into the mattress, tense with anticipation.
"You like this kind of thing?" His voice came out rough, husky, laced with the fire of desire burning hotter than ever.
Seraphina looked at him and blinked. "No. I just don't want you to see me while I do it."
Lucian barely managed to choke back a bitter laugh. This woman always found new ways to test the limits of his restraint. If he didn't love her enough to throw his life away, he might've devoured her right then and there.
"Sera… don't torture me like this." He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Seraphina stiffened slightly at his burning-hot embrace, her breath more fragile than the silk in her hand.
