SERAPHINA’S POV
Kieran’s mouth crashed against mine, and for one suspended, shattering heartbeat, the world fell out from under me.
The bond ignited, a wildfire tearing through every nerve, every inch of skin, every place he touched, and every place he didn’t.
His hands gripped my jaw with a possessive certainty, his body firm against mine, trapping me between the wall and the heat of him until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.
The kiss was fierce, demanding. A deep, hungry pull that stole the breath right out of me.
When he kissed me after I woke up in his bed, it had been like this, but there had been an undertone of carefulness, like he was afraid I would break.
He wasn’t holding back this time.
There was no hesitation, no restraint, no self-imposed distance.
Just raw, unbridled instinct.
His lips moved on mine with a force so intense it stole thought, reason, everything.
