Sera continued, bobbing her head slowly, her lips slick and warm around him, testing her own confidence, exploring the power she had over his restraint. Eric's grip tightened on the dresser behind him, the wood creaking under the pressure as his body quivered from the friction and the delicious torment of anticipation.
Every nerve ending was alight, every thought consumed by her. She could feel the subtle twitch of his hips, the way his body leaned forward as if urging her closer, and it sent shivers of excitement racing through her own spine.
Sera's eyes met his, and she could see the conflict mirrored in his gaze: the alpha struggling to maintain control, the man desperate to surrender, and the fire of desire that neither could contain.
