Seraphine's POV
The wet, hot bodies were left to the mercies of the cool air for barely a moment. Stepping from the humid warmth of the bathing room into the slightly cooler air of the bedroom, our skin instantly broke out in goosebumps. Darius didn't let go; he didn't want distance anymore. He laced his fingers through mine and pulled me hard and possessively toward the bed. Our wet footprints left dark stains on the floor. Instead of fresh bedding, now only the wet, wrinkled sheet remained, but this didn't bother me in the least. In the faint light of the room, the water glistened on his body, and his muscles tensed with every movement.
The Ritual of Completion
Darius led me to the edge of the bed; his body was taut like a drawn bow. His eyes flashed on the border of gold and red; his
