"Seraphine...you are mine." His lips were softer than she expected, and they tasted of something she could not name, something sweet and dark, like honeyed wine left to age in a forgotten cellar. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she opened for him without thought, without hesitation, her body making decisions her spinning mind could not.
His tongue slid into her mouth, and she moaned into the kiss, the sound swallowed by the void around them. Her hands found his chest, her palms pressing against the hard planes of muscle, feeling the rhythmic thudding of a heartbeat that should not have existed in a dream.
His skin was warm now, heating against hers, and his hands began to move, sliding from her face down her throat, his thumbs tracing the column of her neck before continuing to her shoulders.
