Armin Rodriguez lay back on the bed, his eyes half-closed as he watched Seraphina Holland. She rested her back against his chest, her breathing shallow and irregular. He slid his fingers down her smooth skin, finding the soft, sensitive spot between her thighs. As his fingers began to rub slow, deliberate circles over her c**t, he felt her body tense slightly in response.
A sly smile crossed his face. He knew exactly how much control he had over her, and he reveled in it. The way her body reacted to his touch, how her breath caught in her throat, how she trembled in his arms—he enjoyed every second of it. He slid his other arm under her, holding her tightly against his chest as he continued the slow, torturous rhythm with his fingers.
Seraphina bit her lip, her body instinctively archin
