Erebus captured her lips in a needy kiss, the pull of their bond making it impossible for him to hold back any longer. Seren felt the same. She kissed him back with intoxicating passion, her intense desire to be his mate burning brightly.
His kiss was rough—unlike Drayce's. It was raw and intense as he sucked and nibbled at her lips, his teeth grazing her delicate skin. His hand gripped the back of her head firmly, but not to hurt her, just enough to hold her in place for his fervent need.
Seren welcomed the roughness of his kiss, reveling in the way it mirrored her deepest desires. She knew herself well enough to admit she craved the way Erebus kissed her—hungry, desperate, and utterly consumed by the hellish desire he felt for her.
