Seraphine's POV
The sun was setting, casting long shadows. The air was cool, but our bodies were still hot. We lay on the flat rock, hearts slowly steadying, but the desire between us pulsed stronger than ever. Darius lifted his head, his gaze intense, dark, and fervent. The tenderness was gone; something raw and wild had awakened.
“The wild part comes now, little wolf,” he whispered, his voice low and promising. “Are you ready?”
I only nodded. I felt the tension and power in him, and my own body craved the same elemental, instinctive connection.
With a swift movement, Darius loomed over me, pressing me into the warm stone. He pinned my wrists above my head—a firm, non-hurting gesture of dominance.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re this vulnerable,” he growled, then began to kiss my ne
