The air in Seraphina’s bedroom was thick with heat, the scent of desire floating on to every surface.

Her bed was a rumpled mess beneath them.

Seraphina lay beneath Vnox, her skin now totally flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath between several of Vnox's feverish kisses.

Her nails dug into his bare back, following her fingers to trail down the hard, sculpted muscles that flexed beneath her touch, exploring him, touching him, learning him.

Vnox ...