SERAPHINA’S POV
My mind exploded into a whirlwind.
I should have pushed Kieran away the second his mouth claimed mine—every rational thought in my head screamed that I should.
But there was this inner pull, this traitorous force buried deep in my bones, that made me lean into him instead of away.
It was like my body had been waiting for this, and the relief in his kiss sank into me like sunlight breaking through a storm.
His lips were hot, demanding, almost frantic, and underneath that hunger I could taste the edge of his panic and something wild—sharp, intoxicating.
I could feel the wild thud of his heart, feel his passion in the unrestrained way his mouth moved against mine, in the desperate press of his palm at the back of my neck, in the raw, untamed energy that poured from him.
