SERAPHINA
“Yes… it feels good.” The confession slipped from my lips in a whisper, trembling and raw. And despite fighting against it, a part of me wanted to know how much better it could feel.
“Good girl,” Allister murmured and once again his mouth engulfed my nîpple, hot and wet.
I arched off the bed on a gasp, the sharp bolt of sensation making my toes curl. But a strong, unyielding palm flattened against my lower stomach, hot against my skin, pressing me back into the mattress like I was nothing more than a trembling doll beneath them. And I couldn’t escape the sensations they assaulted me with, not that I could with me bound so helplessly.
Then came Oliver’s voice, smooth and coaxing, seeping into my ears like poison-laced honey. “Which part, little lamb?”
I didn’t understand
