Those words seemed to break some unspoken taboo.
Rhys Finch's breathing suddenly grew ragged, and the last shred of reason in his eyes was torn to pieces.
He suddenly grabbed Evangeline's wrist and pinned her against the stark white Bone Bed. The jagged beast bones dug painfully into her spine. When his scorching lips pressed down, the force was so great that Evangeline tasted blood.
It was no gentle touch, but a searing brand, like a wild beast sinking its teeth into its prey.
Rhys Finch's arm circled her waist tightly while his other hand clamped onto the back of her neck, his grip unyielding. Evangeline's brow furrowed. "Maybe we should eat the roast chicken first?" she murmured.
Rhys Finch paid her no mind.
The flickering light on the stone wall stretched their overlapping shadows into distorted shapes. The sound of their heavy, mingled breaths filled the air.
As his sharp, snow-white teeth grazed her collarbone, Evangeline suddenly felt a heavy weight settle over her.
