SERAPHINA
If someone had asked me what fire was, I would have said it burns and destroys. But his lips on mine were a fire disguised in devastating tenderness, slow, consuming, undoing me piece by piece. They brushed against mine as though afraid I’d vanish if he pressed too hard, igniting me with every delicate touch.
A shudder rippled through me when his thumb traced the curve of my jaw, tilting my face, deepening the kiss. His lips coaxed mine apart, patient yet relentless, exploring as though he sought to memorize every sigh, every tremble, every hesitation. The kiss wasn’t merely lips meeting lips, it was a confession, an apology, a desperate plea woven into every breath.
It was soft, unhurried, and it broke me. I hadn’t even realized my lips were following him, answering him. My surrender made his heartbeat thunder against my chest, no longer steady but frantic, wild.
Then his kiss changed. It grew bolder, hungrier. A low groan rumbled in his throat, vibrating against my mouth, as his grip on my waist tightened and dragged me closer, too close. His tongue slid against mine, dominating, deepening, claiming, his hunger intensifying with every second. Heat poured into me as his taste, dark, intoxicating, achingly familiar, flooded my senses.
Every brush of his mouth sent jolts racing down my spine. He kissed me like I was his salvation, like he had been starving for years and I was the only thing that could satisfy him. It was demanding and feral, yet somehow calming, a paradox that devoured me whole.
My pulse stumbled. I felt him slipping deeper, pulling me into a current too strong to fight. Until, clarity struck like a slap.
My eyes flew open. My breath stuttered, chest heaving as if I’d surfaced from drowning. His face was still inches from mine, his heat scorching my skin, his kiss seared into my lips.
T–I kissed Ronan.
The thought tore through the haze, slicing me clean. Gasping, I broke the kiss and stumbled back. His arms felt empty, and he just looked at me, unblinking, unreadable.
Ice flooded my veins. My hands trembled, my feet faltered.
I kissed him back…
Chapter 144 Burned And Undone
“Come here,” he rasped, voice deep and dangerously enticing.
My heart thundered, my wolf swayed toward him, seduced. Instead I turned and ran.
Come here? I’d be insane to obey. Branches lashed at my arms as I tore through the forest, horrified at my own audacity.
“What the hell did I just do?” The words ripped out of me between ragged breaths, but nothing could erase what had just happened.
The trees thinned. The looming shape of the Academy rose ahead like a fortress. By the time I shoved open the heavy doors, my throat was raw, my palms scraped from catching myself on roots and rocks during the sprint. I didn’t stop to look around. I didn’t dare.
The hallways were empty, yet I ran like a ghost chased me, until I reached my dorm. I slammed the door, twisting the bolt until it clicked, a frail line between me and the chaos clawing at my chest.
Leaning against the door, I slid down, knees pulled tight to my chest. My lips still tingled, swollen, alive, branded by him.
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