SERAPHINA
My gaze shifted downward, hesitant but unable to resist. The sight rooted me to the bed. His c**k was already out, long, thick, and mercilessly hard, the tip glistening with his need. My breath hitched, my chest rose sharply as fear curled up my spine. I had seen men naked before, but nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to Ronan, swollen with desire, his rut written across every throbbing inch. He looked carved to ruin me, to split me apart, and I knew he had been holding himself back until this moment.
“It won’t fit,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
When my eyes lifted to his I found him biting the corner of a foil packet slowly and deliberately tearing it open while never looking away from me. As though he wanted me to watch every second, to understand exactly what
