SERAPHINA
He was kissing me.
Allister Hale was kissing me.
He was giving me my first kiss.
My breath caught as his lips pressed against mine, firm and demanding. Not sweet, not tender. He wasn’t giving me my first kiss but he was claiming it. But not with the harsh brutality Dante had shown me or by beckoning me with deceptive charm like Oliver.
This was different. I allowed it. I asked for it.
And I didn’t know what to do.
As if he could sense how lost and tense I was, he pulled back slightly and my fingers tightened where they braced on his shoulders.
Is this it?
But I didn’t want it to end just yet.
He said, “Relax,” His hand lifted from my back and settled at the back of my head, not giving me the chance to pull away. “It’s a kiss, not a punishment. Unless you make it one.”
