SERAPHINA’S POV
“Lady Sera?”
Samantha’s voice cut through the haze like a blade.
I froze, every nerve screaming as the sound of her footsteps filtered into my ears.
My body still throbbed, slick pooling between my legs, Kieran’s thumb pressed flush against my throbbing clit, his forefinger poised to slip inside me.
I shoved at his chest in a panic, whispering hoarsely, “Stop—stop! She’ll come in—”
“Lady Sera? Is everything alright—”
“I—I’m fine!” I called out, my voice high-pitched and tight. “Just getting some water!”
A pause. Footsteps shifting against the tiles outside.
“I should be helping you,” she said softly, concern dripping through every syllable.
Panic seized me, sharp and frantic.
My eyes flew to Kieran’s. He didn’t budge, his chest heaving against mine, his gaze feral and dark. My palms pressed against him, but he was as immovable as a mountain.
“No!” My voice cracked. “You don’t have to! I’m fine, really. Just—go rest. You’ve done enough for today.”
