Seraphina's Point Of View
Lucian's voice sliced through the fog of my desire, low and commanding. "Come over here, Seraphina."
I turned my head, vision swimming, legs trembling like water beneath me. But I moved. I always moved for them. The pull was magnetic, irresistible… as if invisible threads drew me forward against my will, or perhaps in perfect alignment with it. There he sat on a dark leather couch, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest.
His eyes were dark, hungry, and they locked onto me like a predator sizing up its prey. Something in that gaze made my stomach flip, anticipation mixed with the sweetest terror. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt simultaneously exposed and cherished under his scrutiny.
