Seraphine's POV
"Look at me, Seraphine," Theodore's voice cut through the air like a blade. The authority in his tone made it impossible to look away as he guided himself between my lips.
In that instant, he transformed into something deadly beautiful. He was danger incarnate, a living nightmare that had stepped into my world. Everything threatening about him was concentrated in this single moment.
He wasn't just a wolf. He was pure darkness made flesh.
"Damn," he hissed through clenched teeth, his features contorting as if battling some inner demon. His black eyes flashed with gold fire. The sharp line of his jaw tightened. When our gazes locked, I felt exposed under his burning stare.
My fingers found his muscled thighs, nails digging deep. A rumbling growl vibrated from his chest. He withdrew slowly, his eyes fluttering shut briefly. When they opened again, he fixed me with that predatory glare and drove himself back into my mouth, reaching the back of my throat.
