Erebus kissed her roughly. It was urgent, frantic even, using his teeth in a manner that hurt her delicate lips, as if he was trying to savour her as quickly as he could. Though it wasn't the kind of kiss she was used to, Seren didn't mind this rough intimacy with Erebus.
In fact, she rather liked it. A different kiss from the same man she married, and she liked that wildness, the sense of unfamiliar familiarity from him. She let her body be pressed against his completely as she tiptoed and her arms circled around his neck so she could kiss him with more comfort.
Though he was not Drayce, he was still her husband; he didn't feel like a stranger to her but someone who belonged to her and to her alone.
In response to her, his hand around her waist held her firmly to support her weight, while his other hand roughly clutched the hair at the back of her head, angling her face the way he wished.
'Mine! My mate! Only mine!'
