Seren
Duncan flipped me over onto my back, bracing himself on his forearms as he held himself above me. “Seren, are you really sure? I can wait. I’d wait forever for you.”
Since words were getting me nowhere, I lifted my head and kissed him, the feel of his lips on mine everything I hoped it would be. His weight shifted as he lowered himself, the pressure of his body a welcome counterpoint to the racing of my heart. A soft groan escaped him, swallowed quickly as our mouths met fully. The world dissolved and everything faded away except the feel of him, the taste of him, the sheer, undeniable rightness of this moment. His hands found their way into my hair, guiding the angle of the kiss, deepening it. There was a desperate hunger in him that mirrored my own, the pull of the matebond somet
