With her eyes closed, Janet could feel the intense presence coming from the cold, dark man like a night demon. Her hands were pinned above her head, and his commanding breath enveloped her mouth. Her lips tingled painfully under his biting, yet he relentlessly pursued her delicate tongue, forcing her to soften under his assault.
Until a metallic, sweet taste filled her mouth, Janet struggled to break away from his scorching kiss. The nausea she had suppressed earlier surged back fiercely under his forceful passion.
Her hair tangled wildly around her neck as she struggled. Charles's eyes were bloodshot, locking onto her flushed face, his desire growing fiercer. "Where did you go?"
Not noticing Janet's unusual reaction, Charles's kiss drifted lower, murmuring her name between his teeth, "Janet, xi…"
