Seraphina's POV
My body trembled. The decision was completely in my hands now.
This wasn't like before—like a few nights ago when he'd done everything according to his wishes, stripping me naked and taking control without asking. This time, he was putting the power of choice in my hands.
If I asked him to stop, he would stop.
I met his gaze, biting my lip hard, my heart waging war with itself. Saying yes would be so easy. After all, I wanted him. My body desired him desperately. I wanted nothing more than for him to continue, to make me feel good, to love me...
But if I said yes, I would sink into him completely. There would be no going back.
And what if afterward, he felt disgusted and pushed me away again? What if this was just a physical need and nothing more?
I wasn't a toy. I was a person. I didn't want to be used and discarded. I didn't want him to only come close when we had this overwhelming desire, but no real emotion behind it.
