SERAPHINA
My heart skipped a beat when his lips brushed slightly against mine.
I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to move, when Ronan slid his fingers—slow, deliberate— even deeper into my rain-soaked hair, my knees almost gave out.
The strands clung to his hand like they belonged there. His touch wasn’t rough or aggressive. It was reverent. Worshipful. Like he was touching something sacred, forbidden, and holy all at once.
Then there were his eyes. Those beautiful violet eyes watched me like I was a myth unraveling before him.
He was breathless.
So was I.
His gaze dipped to my lips, then lower, dragging over every inch of skin the rain had revealed. It wasn’t lust alone. It was something dangerous, like he wanted to consume me. Not just my body. Me.
When was the last time
