From the time they defined their relationship until now, they've kissed countless times; only when he's angry does he kiss so fiercely.
The man's large hand steady and strong as it clasps her nape, depriving her of breath and consuming her entirely.
Claire Prescott couldn't take it.
She couldn't bear such a kiss devoid of any affection, purely punitive.
It felt as if a knife was stabbing into her chest, repeatedly grinding down on her heart, to the point where she almost couldn't breathe.
A flood of bitterness surged to her nose, and tears as large as beads rolled from her eyes, sliding down her flushed cheeks and into her mouth.
The sound of sobbing mingled with kissing filled the car cabin.
A faint salty taste spread across her taste buds, making Keane Lowell freeze abruptly and slowly pull away from her lips.
As he opened his eyes, he saw her tear-filled gaze, her nose slightly red from her grievance, sharply piercing into his vision.
