Seraphine's POV
My mind went completely blank. My heart hammered against my ribs so violently I was certain it would burst. My shaking hands flattened against his chest, feeling the solid warmth of his skin beneath my palms. Every ridge and valley of muscle seemed carved from stone, yet burned with life under my touch.
The intricate tattoos covering his torso seemed to pulse with their own heat, the black ink practically glowing against his bronzed skin. Without thinking, my thumb traced along one of the curved lines, and the simple contact made the air around us spark with electricity. A rumbling growl vibrated through his chest, and his mouth moved against mine with a hunger that left me dizzy and desperate for more.
Everything else faded away. The room, the world, reality itself dissolved until there was only Theodore. His scent wrapped around me like smoke, his breath mixing with mine in a rhythm that felt more essential than breathing itself.
