Chapter 68 I'll Be Your Fucktoy, Seraphine…
- He groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder. "Fuck, Sera. When you say it like that..."
- He shifted, aligning himself with my entrance. I felt the blunt tip of him pressing against me.
- "Wait," he said suddenly, reaching for my wrists. He gathered them in one of his large hands, pinning them above my head. The position made me feel vulnerable, exposed, yet strangely safe in his control.