Baron Lawrence's fingers gradually tightened around her shoulders, and the storm swirling in his eagle-like eyes rolled with intensity.
Enna Clark maintained her gaze with him, waiting for him to think for himself.
She opened her mouth, intending to say something more.
Suddenly, the man towering above her bent down, continuing the kiss from before, punishingly drawing the nectar from her lips.
"Mmm." Enna was kissed into a daze, her hands unconsciously pressing against his wounds without realizing it.
Just then, he suddenly bit her tongue, giving it a forceful nip.
"Hiss—" Enna inhaled sharply from the pain, snapping back to clarity.
Does he think biting doesn't hurt?
She pushed hard against the man pressing down on her.
