Seraphina's Point Of View
My laughter caught in my throat, breathless and light, right before I leaned down and pressed my lips to Draven's. He didn't wait. The second my mouth touched his, his hands came up… one cupping the back of my neck, the other pulling me down firmly until I was pressed entirely against his chest, the heat of his skin searing through me.
He deepened the kiss with slow, ruthless intent, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting me, claiming me. It was a kiss that didn't just take… it demanded, and I gave him everything, every last reservation dissolving beneath the insistence of his mouth.
"Hold the headboard," he muttered against my mouth, his voice low, gravelly, commanding. The vibration of his words sent a shiver down my spine.
