The kiss was suffocating. In the early spring season, when everything was awakening and hearts were stirred, the two had been delayed by those trivial matters. Forget spending time together—rarely did they even talk. Now sharing the same room, Ignatius Leclair struggled to contain himself.
Delphine was kissed into a restless state of mind, and when she noticed the man's large hand moving to increasingly dangerous places, her rationality returned for a brief moment—she bit him hard.
The man stiffened sharply at the bite but did not press further. His deep almond eyes lowered, noticing her flushed little face. Yet, her gaze remained cold and lucid, unmoved by passion. Taking a deep breath, he said in a low voice, "Go take a shower and freshen up. I'll have breakfast sent over. After breakfast, we'll continue yesterday's conversation."
After he finished speaking, the man reluctantly let go of her and walked directly to the suite's outer sitting room.
