SERAPHINA’S POV
Morning arrived softly.
I surfaced from sleep slowly, wrapped in warmth and the lingering haze of a night that still felt half like a dream.
For a moment, I lay still, drifting between memory and the present, aware only of the steady heat surrounding me and the familiar scent of cedar and something uniquely Kieran.
Then his lips brushed my neck.
A quiet breath left me as awareness sharpened and a jolt of anticipation tingled through my chest.
His mouth moved slowly along the sensitive curve beneath my ear, unhurried, almost reverent. The warmth of his breath stirred goosebumps across my skin.
“Kieran…” I murmured sleepily.
He answered with another kiss.
Only then did I realize his hand was resting over my breast, his palm warm and possessive as
