SERAPHINA’S POV
Under the moon.
I didn’t know why that was what I wanted—only that nothing else would do.
For a second, neither of us moved.
The air between us was charged—thick with heat and tension. The moonlight streaming across the floor seemed almost brighter now.
Then Kieran moved. He carried me with a possessive certainty that stole the breath from my lungs, his hands firm and unyielding against my skin.
My legs tightened around his waist, locking him closer. His grip tightened in response, fingers digging into my hips as he strode out of the bathroom without breaking eye contact.
The bedroom opened around us in shadow and silver.
Moonlight flooded the floor in a wide spill near the windows, bright enough to paint his shoulders in pale light and carve sharp lines down his chest.
He lowered me slowly into the heart of that silver glow. My back met the soft rug near the window, the cool fibers a stark contrast to the heat building between us.
