The space between them shattered.Adolphus crushed his mouth to hers, hot, demanding, angry.Seraphina gasped, but it was swallowed by him—by his lips, his breath, his body pressing her deeper into the wall. His grip on her arms was tight, almost bruising, as if he was afraid she’d slip away. As if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go.She should push him away. She should fight. But when his hands slid down her arms, gripping her waist, pulling her closer, she was lost.Her fingers curled into his shirt, holding on like he was the only thing keeping her upright. Maybe he was.A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest as he angled her head, deepening the kiss, taking, devouring. His body was fire against hers, heat spreading, scorching, burning through every protest, every lingering bit of hate.She hated him.And she wanted him.Her own hands betrayed her, sliding up his chest, fingers twisting in his hair. He groaned at the touch, pressing harder against her, his hips pinni
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