Seraphina:
My heart is slamming like a jackhammer against my ribs when Dameon grabs my face and kisses me with passionate desperation. The heat from his mouth fills me with excitement and fear.
I find myself gasping for air like I’m drowning in his breath, but every inch of me is still aching for his touch. I clutch his muscular back, feeling him tense under my fingers.
How can something feel so right and so wrong at the same time?
His tongue finds its way forcefully into my mouth, and his hand frantically searches my robes for the curve of my breast. He clutches it with a starving desire.
I gasp when he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against his body like a vice grip. His arousal rubs against my stomach, which I would find terribly exciting in another situation.
But this f
