SERAPHINA
“I love you,” he confessed, crushing his lips to mine but my world titled.
His lips pressed softly against mine, not demanding, not rough. Just…warm. Gentle. As if he was afraid I might shatter in his arms. My eyes widened but I could not move. All I could feel was his lips on mine, the heat of him, the way his fingers cradled the back of my neck, the tenderness of that single moment, it stole the breath from my lungs and left my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else.
There was no force. No roughness. Just heat and an aching tenderness that wrapped around my bones like silk set on fire.
My heart slammed against my ribs, each beat louder than the last.
Every part of me stilled except my wolf, which moved without thought closer to his wolf, caught in his ge
