Enna Clark's rigid shoulders relaxed as she exhaled a long breath and lifted her head to meet the man's intense gaze. "I can trust you once, twice, three times. But you can't deceive me three times. If every time you let me find out you're lying to me, no matter how much trust there is, it can't withstand such turmoil. Baron Lawrence, I'm a human, not a god. I can't always be rational; I have moments when I'm not calm and irrational."
Like now.
As soon as she finished speaking, her wrist was firmly seized.
"Baron Lawrence, you need to give me a..." she began, but before she could finish her sentence.
Her body was suddenly pulled forward, the shadow before her descended, and her lips met two soft, slightly cool lips, infused with a strong sandalwood scent mixed with a unique mint fragrance. She didn't have time to resist before her lower lip was bitten.
"Mmm." As she opened her lips in pain, the man's hot tongue already explored inside, expertly claiming everything.
