Seraphina POV
(Recap)
“Seraphina,” my mate groans into my mouth, his voice raw and pained, like he’s on the brink of collapse. His question comes out as a strained whisper, though we both know the answer well. “Who do you belong to?”
The desperation in his tone stirs something deep within me, a primal need to reassure him, to remind him that there is no one else for me. His breath is ragged, his chest rising and falling in labored gasps as if the very act of asking causes him physical pain. I meet his gaze, my voice steady and full of conviction. “I belong to you,” I declare with unshakable certainty, the words resonating in the space between us.
In that moment, everything changes.
He loses control—completely, utterly. His hands are no longer gentle or restrained; they become wild, dr
