He occupied her breath, her senses, inch by inch...
Alarms went off in Aurelia Shaw's mind, she bent her elbow to jab him again, but this man clearly took her resistance as a tickle, no, perhaps as a provocation.
If she resisted, he would take another inch; if she struggled a bit, he would become more passionate. His goal was to render her powerless to think of anything else, to completely occupy his "prey" from body to mind.
Mason Nightshade was driven purely by unconscious instincts, his consciousness long lost, the heat controlling his brain and actions. The scene that had just struck his eyes played again and again in his mind!
He desperately restrained himself, tried very hard to control... But, this did not mean he could restrain himself with her standing in front of him like this!
Rustle—
A voice came from the corridor, "click," suddenly, someone was turning the doorknob.
