Just stories.” Seraphina smirked, sipping champagne, nails tapping the glass. Amateur xxx “Stop—whatever this is—” she choked, but Seraphina’s nail twitched, and the rubbing intensified, her own hands puppets to an unseen force. “Centuries blur, darling,” Seraphina mused, swirling her champagne, nails catching the light. “Creepy,” she mumbled, trudging up the short path, her skepticism a shield against the unease prickling her spine. “Oh, I will,” she purred, nails tracing Lena’s jaw—not cutting, just teasing—then down her throat, circling a nipple, watching it harden. “You don’t believe me,” Seraphina said, voice dropping, a velvet blade. “Of course, darling. “I’m Seraphina. Do come in.” Lena shook her hand—firm, cool—those nails brushing her skin, sending an involuntary shiver up her arm.
