SERAPHINA'S POINT OF VIEW.

I should have run away.

I should have shoved him away from me the moment his lips connected with mine.

Hell, I should never have caught his eye.

But instead, I welcomed the fire spreading in my chest with each move of his lips against mine, and each stroke of his tongue in my mouth. His kiss was burning, hell, it was fucking bruising, but I hissed internally, welcoming the fire he ignited in me with open arms. His arms went around me, pulling, tugging on my skin like ...