SERAPHINA
My shirt…It was open and buttons ripped off.
I was standing practically exposed to him.
Ronan’s eyes never left me.
Not even for a heartbeat.
They lingered on the rise and fall of my chest, the smooth skin of my belly, the band of white cloth still wrapped around my breasts like a fragile barrier. His gaze roamed slowly, devouring, drinking me in as if the sight of me had quenched his day long thirst.
He wasn’t even pretending to look away.
His breathing deepened, and so did mine—my pulse drumming louder than thunder.
The more he saw me, the more I realized how I lost it to a man. For the first time in my life. Shame tried to rise in my throat. But something hotter overpowered it.
With only the rip of my buttons, he made me feel all of those things that I never experie
