(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
Seraphina's POV
The first crack of Kaelen's palm against my skin sent electricity racing through my body. The second made me gasp. By the third, I was melting into the mattress, my defiance draining away with each controlled strike.
"Still feeling rebellious, little mate?" Kaelen's voice was dark honey, rich with promise and threat.
I bit my lip, fighting back a moan as his large hand caressed the heated skin he'd just spanked. "Maybe..."
His chuckle vibrated through me as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Then clearly I haven't been thorough enough in my punishment."
His words alone made me clench with need. During our months together, Kaelen had discovered exactly how much I enjoyed this dance of dominance and submission between us—how surrendering to his control paradoxically made me feel powerful.
