Chapter 57

It Still Hurts

I was left astounded at that action coming from Desmond, wide-eyed. I received jolts of sparks flowing in my skin when he cupped my cheek and deepened the kiss.

His tongue sought entrance inside my mouth, asking for an invitation. I clung to his neck, wanting him more as we were both entangled with each other.

I questioned how I ended up in this situation again. Why was I inside Desmond's arms and I was allowing him to smash his lips in mine?

And how dare I respond back to him? When did I even do that?

Why did his lips feel so right with mine?

Desmond slowly parted. I slowly peeled my eyes open, following his lips again. But when I heard a soft warning growl coming from him.

"Our son is here, seraphim..." he whispered near to my ear, leaving wet kisses.

His words felt like a bucket of ice threw me. I pushed him away from me and immediately looked at Sander who was covering his ears, still turning his back on us.

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