Seraphina Sterling was no novice when it came to kissing. She had been a married woman in her past life; a simple kiss was not enough to faze her. Realizing she couldn't push the madman away, Seraphina immediately seized control, actively kissing him back.
Feeling Seraphina's response, Terrence Grant was slightly taken aback, a sliver of reason returning to him. But just then, Seraphina bit down hard on his lip. The sharp pain and the taste of blood in his mouth finally made Terrence Grant pull away.
"Back to your senses?" Seraphina asked, her tongue brushing against her lip, which was already starting to swell. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Terrence Grant's brow furrowed even tighter. "How are you so practiced?" 'How much experience did it take to get that good?' His mood soured even further.
