(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
"Can I use my mouth?" I say, but my tone is less of a question and more of a challenge.
Kaelen's green eyes darken instantly, pupils dilating as he takes a step toward me. The air between us changes, grows heavier with crackling electricity.
"Say it properly," he commands, his voice dropping to that deep register that makes my insides liquefy.
"What do you mean?" I ask, though I know exactly what he wants.
He closes the distance between us, one large hand coming up to cup my jaw. His thumb traces my bottom lip possessively. "If you want something, Seraphina, I want you to ask for it with specificity. No more hiding behind vague words."
My cheeks flush hot. I've never been one for explicit language, always dancing around terms with euphemisms. The thought of saying certain words out loud makes my stomach flip with a mix of embarrassment and unexpected arousal.
