Seraphina's POV
Before I could respond, he spun me one more time, but instead of pulling me back into the dance, he guided me backward until my back hit the wall with a soft thud.
My eyes widened as he caged me in, his hands braced on either side of my head, his body pressing against mine in a way that made my pulse race.
"This is how I see you, Seraphina," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "Not as a child. As my woman. My mate. Mine."
His gaze dropped to my lips, hunger blazing in his eyes.
Then he kissed me.
Hard.
Demanding.
Possessive.
His mouth claimed mine with a fierce intensity that stole my breath. His hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to give him better access, while his other hand gripped my hip, pulling me flush against him.
I gasped against his lips, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my knees buckle. If not for the wall behind me and his body pinning me in place, I would have collapsed.
