"Again," she gasped. "I-I'm gonna—"
He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, his voice low and firm. "Do it."
And just like that, she broke again.
Her entire body locked up, her legs shaking uncontrollably as her second orgasm hit—sharper, deeper, stronger.
A cry tore from her throat, her hands twisting the sheets so tight her knuckles went white.
Her inner walls clamped down again, hard, pulsing around him, and she felt him groan behind her, his rhythm faltering for just a moment as he held himself back.
"You're driving me insane," he muttered, his voice strained.
Still, he didn't let go. He kept moving—steady, patient, relentless.
But something shifted.
Just as the aftershocks of her orgasm began to fade, a sudden warmth bloomed low on Seraphina's lower back, right above the curve of her hip.
It wasn't painful—but it burned softly, like a spark lighting from within.
Her eyes widened.
"Ethan… something's happening," she whispered, her breath hitching.
