Seraphine's POV
Theodore approached me with his breathing heavy and unsteady. There I stood, completely exposed beneath the cascading water. Unlike before, shame didn't consume me. Instead, something primal awakened within me as his predatory gaze suggested he wanted to capture me, and every fiber of my being craved to be caught.
His eyes blazed with an intensity that made his inner wolf seem ready to emerge and possess me completely. Under that burning stare, I made a soft sound of longing, recognizing it echoed the unnamed desire coursing through my veins.
Without warning, his hands seized my waist and pulled me against his solid frame. "Playing games with me, little moon?" he rumbled against my ear, sweeping me from the bathroom toward the bedroom.
I suppressed a moan as he pressed his face into the curve of my neck. When I tilted my head away, he followed, burying himself deeper and drawing in my scent like it was essential for his survival.
