His breath was impossibly hot.
Seraphina Quinn felt her entire scalp tingle.
She was panting, her voice sounding soft and delicate. "You were too rough with me before. It hasn't healed down there yet." She paused. "It will hurt."
In truth, it wasn't that Damian Fairchild couldn't hold back.
But he couldn't stand Seraphina saying such provocative things with that sweet, delicate demeanor.
He lifted her onto his desk, kissing her as he coaxed, "Really? You can't?"
Seraphina Quinn clutched his collar, her peach-blossom eyes glistening as she gazed at him. "Don't you feel for me at all?"
Damian Fairchild stared into her eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
A moment later, he cupped the back of her head, pressed her hard against his chest, and began taking deep, ragged breaths, trying to calm himself.
Listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, Seraphina's tense nerves gradually relaxed as Damian Fairchild's breathing grew calmer.
