Seraphina's POV
My face burned hotter, and I had to sit down on the edge of the bed for a moment.
God, I had enjoyed it. After my initial resistance, after the shock wore off, I'd melted. Completely and utterly melted. Blake had touched me like I was something precious, something cherished, and it had been the most incredible experience of my life.
And if I was being completely honest with myself... I wanted to experience it again. And again. And again.
A smile crept onto my face before I could stop it. My heart did a little flip just thinking about the way Blake had looked at me, the way he'd called me "mate" with such reverence and possessiveness.
But, then reality crashed down on me like a bucket of ice water.
What are you doing? I mocked myself bitterly. What dreams are you spinning, Seraphina?
It was Blake who did that. Blake, who loved me. Blake, who wanted me.
Adrian would never...
Adrian hated me.
I swallowed hard, pushing down the ache in my chest.
