The intensity of the moment hung between us, every breath and heartbeat amplifying the tension. Seraphine's eyes locked onto mine, her fangs gleaming as she hovered over me, the question she had just asked lingering in the air.
The room felt charged with a mix of desire, anticipation, and something deeper a connection that had been forged through battles, shared laughter, and whispered secrets in the dark.
She leaned in again, her lips brushing against mine with a tenderness that belied the hunger in her gaze.
I could feel the heat radiating from her, and it only fanned the flames within me. But as our kiss deepened, I found myself pulling back, just slightly, enough to meet her eyes with a questioning look.
"Seraphine," I murmured against her lips, my voice breathy and laced with both need and hesitation. "Didn't you want the marking to be... special? Something more than just a moment driven by passion?"
