Sienna's POV
I stood there, exposed, breath catching in my throat, pulse fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. His eyes roamed over me with a kind of reverence, then darkened as he licked his lips, slow and deliberate.
“I wish I could prepare you for today,” he murmured, voice thick with heat. “But I’m just gonna do my best.”
His hand reached between us, warm and rough and sure. When his fingers grazed that sensitive bundle of nerves, my body reacted instantly. A moan escaped before I could stop it.
He didn’t rush—just circled, teased, tested how ready I was. Then his fingers slid inside me, and I let out another soft gasp.
“Mmm,” he growled low in his throat. “You’re close... this’ll do just fine.” His eyes met mine, blazing. “We’ll make it work, baby.”
He sat back on the couch,
