I gazed at Valerius, his powerful body still tense with unfulfilled desire. The afternoon light filtered through the forest canopy, highlighting the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. Despite his words about waiting, his arousal remained evident, and something inside me couldn't bear the thought of leaving him unsatisfied.
"You don't want me to complete what we started?" I asked softly, moving closer to him. "That doesn't seem fair."
His amber eyes darkened as I reached out to trace a finger down his chest. "Seraphina..." His voice held a warning, but I could hear the strain beneath it.
"Let me," I whispered, my hand sliding lower, watching his expression tighten. "I want to give you pleasure too. Please."
He caught my wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "You don't have to—"
"I know I don't have to," I interrupted, meeting his gaze steadily. "I want to. There's a difference."
