Seraphina
This is the closest thing to romance that I’ve ever experienced; a half naked Greek god with wet skin sparkling in the dim light of a fire. It’s hard not to get wrapped up in the moment. The way he looks at me is intoxicating.
His hand slowly reaches up to push a wet lock of hair back from my eyes. My brain is screaming at me to stop him, but my body aches to be touched by those hands once more. Not to mention that being pregnant is making my hormones go wild.
“Seraphina,” he whispers as he strokes my cheek. “You are enchanting, do you know that?”
I snort. “Right, whatever you say.” I look back at the fire to try to snap myself out of this spell.
His fingers gently stroke my unclothed back, making chills run down my spine. He won’t look away. “I mean that, Seraphina.” He sa
