Feel what you do to me

Chapter 43

Herbreath came hard and fast as she pulled away from his hold, chest heaving. Every inch of her burned—her skin, her blood, the place between her thighs that ached with frustration. But she needed distance. Needed to breathe before she did something reckless.

Rhydian wasn't faring any better. His jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling as if he was battling every instinct screaming at him to grab her, to shove her against the edge of the bath and take what they both wanted.

His fingers still tingled from the feel of her waist, the way her body had pressed into his. His muscles locked, his restraint hanging by a damn thread.

"We should get out," he forced out. His voice came rough, almost pained, because the last thing he wanted was to stop.

Seraphina nodded, but when she moved, her body betrayed her.