Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view

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Duke deepened the kiss before we heard the front door closing behind Sergio.

Duke's free hand was squeezing my ass under the t-shirt, roaming and exploring while leaving invisible scorching marks that set my body ablaze.

I felt myself melting into him, but a small voice was telling me to stop, or I will end up sleeping again and probably make the rest of Sergio's plants bloom in the apartment next door.

How am I supposed to explain that?

I pulled out of the kiss with difficulty.

"I should shower…", I said breathily and the fact that I was gripping Duke's shoulders spoke volumes about my unwillingness to move away from him.

"Serina…", Duke growled and nuzzled my neck with his nose. Why did I find this small act so intimate?

"Do you really want to shower now?", his lips tickled my skin.

I whimpered helplessly. I didn't want to lie, but I didn't have the courage to tell him the truth either.

However, he understood my body language perfectly.

Before I could react, we changed positions.

Duke haphazardly pushed the plate away and lifted me from his lap.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the dining table in front of Duke with my legs spread apart and his t-shirt on me bunched around my hips. The lower half of my body was exposed completely.

The cold surface of the table chilled my buttocks and clashed against the heat of my skin and my whole body flushed when I saw him staring right between my legs while licking his lips.

I shuddered as another wave of heat washed over me and my arousal skyrocketed. I could feel I was dripping wet.

My private bits were right there for him on display, and I tried to pull my legs together, but he saw it coming and squeezed my knees with his hot palms.

"Don't."

That was an order I couldn't ignore. Maybe because I didn't want to resist, but I knew that he was eager to do this before Sergio interrupted us. He wanted to taste me.

God! Just a thought of Duke tasting me made me all heady, eagerly expecting his touch.

Duke kissed the inside of my thighs, switching between left and right and every next kiss moving closer to my core.

I knew that I should tell him to stop and I should move away, but my body refused to cooperate and I was unable to form words. I was absolutely under Duke's spell.

I watched Duke's face approach closer to the cradle of my thighs and when he reached his destination, he stopped and took a deep breath, inhaling me. How embarrassing.

Yes, it could go bad, but my body craved for this, and I knew that just as I was needy to taste him, Duke craved for me as well.

I was tired of suppressing my desires and pretending that I don't want this because there was one man I wanted beyond doubt, and he was right there, between my legs, watching me hungrily with passion and love I believed to exist only in fantasy.

At that moment, I decided to discard any fake modesty and to surrender myself to my urge to be with Duke.

What's the point of eternal life if I don't get to enjoy it?

The only man who made me feel alive was right there, ready to devour me, and I was going to let him because I was his. Completely.

Duke's palms gripped my thighs while his thumbs teased my folds, spreading them slightly and I felt his breath fanning me right there. It was beyond erotic.

"Ahh…", a lustful sound escaped me the moment I felt his tongue caressing my folds, sending electric pulses through my body.

I looked down at Duke and met his scorching gaze directed at me as his tongue circled around my clit in painfully slow movements.

He was watching me and enjoying the view, just how I did when I went down on him.

My mouth opened in a silent scream when Duke sucked on my clit, and I felt him smile against my tender flesh.

Damn, he is good!

"Let it out, Serina…", Duke commanded while speaking into me and I released a moan that was stuck in my throat.

"Ah!", I breathed when his finger slipped inside me, and soon it was two of them, pumping and curving and finding some sensitive spots I was not aware I had, making me moan and gasp without restraint as I lost myself in the toe-curling pleasure Duke was giving me.

I fisted his hair as waves of ecstasy crashed on me, each stronger than the previous one.

The wet sounds of slurping and licking were embarrassing, but I was too high to care about anything other than the building pressure in my core that carried a promise of an incoming mind-blowing orgasm.

My body tensed and my legs shook uncontrollably a moment before I came apart right there on the dining table and I cried Duke's name while staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Mateo!"

He lapped my juices like it's the best thing he ever tasted. Every movement of his tongue sent cataclysmic quakes through my body while I struggled to breathe.

I gripped the edges of the table I was sitting on while trying to steady myself because the whole room was spinning and I saw stars in front of my closed eyes. Literally.

Duke pulled me off the table and I straddled him, leaning limply on him.

His erection was pressing against my core, close to my entrance, over his sweatpants, but I was too tired to care.

I was unable to move so I only breathed, letting his scent of pine trees and a dash of the ocean guide me back to earth.

"You are wonderful…", Duke murmured into my hair before kissing my forehead.

I think he said that he loves me, and the weightless feeling told me that he was carrying me, but I couldn't find the energy to respond so I allowed the darkness to consume me.

Is this it? Am I going to die now? Maybe this is not a bad way to go, with Duke's name on my lips while my body spasmed in ecstasy.

…

"Serina… Serina…", Duke's voice called over the ringtone of my phone and I felt him shaking me awake.

"Hmm…? Just… not now…", I mumbled something unintelligible. My eyelids felt like they were made out of lead, and I really wanted to sleep.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't wake you up earlier, but I think you should take this. You father is calling."

Duke's words were like an adrenalin shot and my eyes snapped open as I scrambled to pick up the call while pushing myself into a seated position.

"Yes?"

"Why are you not answering?", Aldus asked stiffly. Before I could say anything, he was speaking again, "There is only one explanation why the phone rang twice all the way. You were sleeping, right? You ran out of energy and couldn't wake up…"

My heart stopped beating. He knows. Of course, he does.

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