"Is this what you wanted?" Kaelen's words hung in the air between us, his breath hot against my face, his body hard against mine.
I couldn't speak. My mind was a chaotic storm of conflicting emotions—desire warring with self-preservation, curiosity battling with fear. His green eyes burned into mine, demanding an answer I wasn't ready to give.
"Answer me, Seraphina," he growled, his hand sliding up my back, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
"I don't know what I want," I whispered, and it was the most honest thing I'd said in days.
Something flickered across his face—frustration, perhaps, or something deeper.
"That's not good enough." His mouth descended on mine without warning.
