My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Chapter 239 YOURS

SERAPHINA’S POV

Kieran’s mouth crashed against mine, and for one suspended, shattering heartbeat, the world fell out from under me.

The bond ignited, a wildfire tearing through every nerve, every inch of skin, every place he touched, and every place he didn’t.

His hands gripped my jaw with a possessive certainty, his body firm against mine, trapping me between the wall and the heat of him until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.

The kiss was fierce, demanding. A deep, hungry pull that stole the breath right out of me.

When he kissed me after I woke up in his bed, it had been like this, but there had been an undertone of carefulness, like he was afraid I would break.

He wasn’t holding back this time.

There was no hesitation, no restraint, no self-imposed distance.

Just raw, unbridled instinct.

His lips moved on mine with a force so intense it stole thought, reason, everything.

I gasped, and his tongue swept in, seizing the moment, intensifying the kiss until my knees buckled.

My fingers curled into his shirt, dragging him closer even as a distant part of me protested.

But gods—my heart rejoiced.

It leapt toward him like it always had, reckless and eager and stupidly loyal.

Every part of me that had been starved of him for so long surged up all at once.

Want, longing, grief, hope—I felt it all rush to the surface, a tidal wave that overwhelmed me before I had a chance to brace. His scent wrapped around me, warm and familiar and agonizingly right.

‘You’re mine,’ he’d said.

‘Yours,’ some traitorous part of me whispered back.

Kieran’s hand slid down my side, firm and sure, gripping my waist and hauling me higher against him.

His body pressed into mine, solid muscle and scorching heat pinning me in place. I felt him everywhere—his breath against my cheek, his heartbeat crashing through his chest, the tension coiled in his frame like he was barely hanging on by threads.

I didn’t want him to hang on.

Not right now.

Not when I felt like this.

His other hand slid down, fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans. He tugged, snapping open the button and exposing warm skin to the cool air blowing from the AC—

The shock struck—sharp, immediate, like ice water poured over my head.

My eyes flew open.

No.

No, no, no.

“K-Kieran...” I moaned against his mouth, barely able to speak through the haze.

He didn’t hear me.

Or maybe he did and simply couldn’t stop.

His lips blazed down my jaw, my throat, urgent and hungry, each kiss scorching a mark onto my skin.

His hands were everywhere—searching, claiming, worshipping, demanding, all at once. It was too fast. Too intense. Too much.

I was losing myself.

I was losing the reason I’d made this decision.

I was losing every scrap of clarity I thought I’d gained.

I forced my hands between us and pushed.

Not hard—just enough.

Kieran stumbled back a step, chest heaving, eyes dark and wild with need. My feet landed on the floor unsteadily, and I had to lean against the wall to stay upright.

My lips tingled, swollen and burning from the force of his kiss.

His hair was messy where my hands had tangled in it, his jaw clenched as if holding back something feral.

I pressed my palm to my mouth, trying to catch my breath.

“This,” I managed, my voice trembling. “Kieran...this is exactly why I have to leave.”

The change in him was instant.

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