SERAPHINAIf 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,
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