Seraphina's Point Of View
How on earth did we even get here?
The question spun through my foggy brain in a frantic loop, refusing to settle. One minute I knelt on the rug, thinking I had a semi-decent handle on the situation, and the next second I found myself hovering over his face, staring down at his lap while my bare pussy positioned itself right above his mouth.
The logistics of this position defied all reason, all sense of control I thought I still possessed. My arms trembled as I braced my weight against the back of the sofa, looking down at his thighs, completely disoriented and struggling to process what had just happened.
This wasn't how I operated. I planned things. I maintained boundaries. Yet here I was, utterly exposed.
"What even made you think of this, Azriel?!" The words tore from my throat, my voice cracking with a mix of panic and suffocating heat. "Seriously, what goes on inside your brain? This is completely ridiculous!"
