Sweet Agony

SERAFINA

When Dario is finally, fully seated inside me, the bed groans beneath our combined weight. He pulls back out just as slowly, and the friction is enough to make my head swim.

He’s doing this on purpose; I can see the intent in his eyes. He’s paying me back for every stolen glance and silent challenge at the dinner table today.

“Please,” I beg, my hips rising off the sheets to meet him as