Chapter 0202

My precious Seraphina is soaked for me, and I can't help the deep growl that rumbles in my chest. The sound makes her whimper, her body arching toward me. My fingers trace slow, deliberate circles around her sensitive bud as she grinds against my thigh. She shatters quickly, her cry of ecstasy tearing through the quiet room as she jolts awake.

For a heartbeat, she looks just as dazed as I had been earlier. Before she can scramble away, I tighten my arm around her waist, pinning her in place. My fingers never stop their relentless rhythm.

"What—?"

"You were dreaming," I murmur against her ear. "I thought you might need some help." I withdraw my fingers slowly as her breathing evens out, then bring them to my lips without breaking eye contact. The taste of her explodes on my tongue—sweet with a hint of tartness, like wild berries dipped in cream. A possessive growl vibrates through me.

I need more.

In one swift motion, I flip her beneath me. My hand glides up her thigh, savoring the way her skin trembles under my touch. "I want to taste every inch of you."

Her eyes widen, dark with desire.

"Tell me to stop," I challenge.

She shakes her head frantically.

Thank the Moon Goddess.

I drag her shirt upward. When her hands fly up to cover herself, I catch her wrists and press them gently to the mattress. "Let me see you, Seraphina."

"I'm covered in scars," she whispers.

"Scars mean you survived," I remind her, trailing my lips along a jagged line on her ribs. "Now let me worship every single one."

She doesn't resist as I peel the shirt off completely. My gaze devours her—the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the way her body has softened since she came to me. Every scar tells a story, and I intend to learn them all.

I start at her collarbone, kissing downward until I reach her breast. My tongue flicks over her nipple, and her back arches off the bed. Her eyes lock onto mine, pupils blown wide. I suck harder, relishing the way her breath hitches before her eyelids flutter shut. A broken moan escapes her as I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention.

Her hands fist in my hair when I continue my descent. Just as I reach her hipbone, her fingers tug at my shirt. I yank it off in one motion, tossing it aside. "You want me naked too, little mate?"

She nods desperately.

"Use your words."

"Yes," she gasps. "I need you naked. Now."

I obey, stripping off my pants before spreading her thighs over my shoulders. My breath ghosts over her glistening folds, and she shivers. Then I dive in.

The first lick has her crying out. I groan against her, drunk on her flavor. She tastes like sin and honey, and I lap at her like a starved man. When I suck her clit between my lips, her hips jerk violently. Her thighs clamp around my head as I slide one finger inside her, then two, curling them just right.

"Adrian!" she screams as she comes, her walls pulsing around my fingers. The sound of my name on her lips sends me over the edge too. I ride out her pleasure with her, gentling her through the aftershocks before crawling back up her body.

When I finally claim her mouth, I let her taste herself on my tongue.

"Perfect," I rasp against her lips. "I could feast on you every damn morning." The blush that spreads from her cheeks down to her chest is utterly intoxicating. "Come on, little warrior. Time to shower—you've got training today."