A much needed distraction

Electra's Pov 

 As soon as Seraphina left my room, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, trying to steady my erratic breathing. My fists clenched at my sides, and I felt my nails digging into my palms as I wrestled with the anger that ran through me.

 I wasn't angry with Seraphina—not this time. The anger was entirely directed at myself.

Why didn't I do it? Why didn't I take it further when I had the chance? I could still taste the remnants of our kiss, her hesitant yet magnetic pull, and the way her body responded even when she was trying so hard to resist. I had her, and yet I let her go.

It wasn't like me to hold back. I never held back. Control and dominance were second nature to me, and yet when it came to Seraphina, I hesitated. I let her walk out of that door without taking what I wanted, and that made me furious. Not at her, but at myself.