SERAPHINA
Before I realized it became impossible to tear our lips apart. Ronan’s hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. My gasp was swallowed as his mouth claimed mine, hot and demanding. He carried me across the room and laid me on the bed, his body hovering above mine, the mattress dipping under his weight. His kiss deepened, fierce and consuming, as if he wanted to brand me with every stroke of his tongue. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. His growl vibrated against my lips, primal and intoxicating, and in that moment, I belonged entirely to him.
“f**k, I don’t have any more condoms,” he groaned, his b***r pressing against my belly.
I opened my eyes and breathlessly laughed, “You used all of them?”
He lay on my side a
