Seraphina’s Pov
"Seraphina," Dimitri murmured, his voice low and rough, as he leaned in. It wasn't a question, just my name, laced with something heavy, protective.
I could smell him, that musky, earthy scent mixed with sweat and desire, wrapping around me like a blanket. His breath fanned over my collarbone, before his lips found my neck.
He kissed me there, starting soft, almost reverent, his mouth trailing a path down the curve, each press sending shivers racing through my veins.
My heart hammered wildly, pounding in my ears, as his kisses grew bolder, nipping lightly at the skin, making me arch toward him without thinking.
When he reached that spot, the sacred place where a mark would bind us forever, instinct took over. A deep, uncontrollable shiver ripped through me, my body
