Seraphina's POV
Regret?
The word pierced me.
Did he mean that being with me—making love to me—would make him feel regret? My heart twisted painfully. Did he not desire me? Did he not want me?
Or was it still the shadow of my bloodline, the fact that I was his enemy's daughter, a barrier between us? But he had told me before that he didn't mind. It didn't matter anymore
And right now, I could feel his body betraying his words—his hard arousal pressing against me, his breathing ragged, his hands twitching as though they ached to tear apart my dress.
He clearly wanted me. So what was stopping him?
"Do you not want me, Adrian?" I asked, my voice cracking as tears filled my eyes.
The moment he saw my pain, his expression shifted. He cupped me closer, desperate to explain. "No, don't take it wrong. I want you…" He pressed me against his hardness, making us both groan, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "You can feel how much I want you…"
