Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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The only sounds that Seraphina could hear were that of her sharp breathing and the pounding of her heart. Her gaze was fixed on the man hovering over her while he ran the crown of his length over her folds before finding her extremely sensitive clit.
The moment he made contact with her little, but very erect bud, she let out a loud moan and threw her head back in the pillows.
He was being so mean with his slow, torturous movements. The more he dragged entering her, the more impatient and needy she was becoming. It was a miracle that she hadn't already threw him on his back and mounted him to take control over the situation.
"You need to do better than this, kitten. Your thoughts are written all over your face right now." Kethan commented as he continued to drag his length up and down between her folds, attacking her clit with his every move.