Seraphina's POV
"A good husband should always listen to his wife," he rasped.
That smile. Gods, that smile—slow and wicked and promising things that made my stomach flip.
He watched me the way a predator watches prey it's already caught. Patient and hungry, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it.
"I'm going to take you apart tonight, Sera." His voice dropped low, rough at the edges. "Slowly. Until you're shaking. Until you can't remember anything but my name."
I opened my mouth to say what, I don't know, but his lips found my neck, and every thought dissolved. He didn't rush. That was the thing that undid me. He didn't rush....
His mouth pressed against my pulse point, hot and open, and he just... stayed there. He was breathing me in, letting me feel the warmth of him, the promise of what was coming, until my heart was pounding so hard I knew he could feel it against his lips.
Then he sucked. Hard.
