The sultry sight made Damian Fairchild's eyes burn, turning them red.
He didn't hesitate for a moment. He bent his head and captured her lips, devouring them.
The taste was better than he'd ever imagined. So good that, right there against the metal door, Damian Fairchild pushed into her. He clamped one hand on Seraphina Quinn's waist and seized her chin with the other, forcing her to take his kiss and his stormy assault.
Every thrust reached...the very deepest part of her.
Seraphina Quinn's eyes grew red with panic. She pounded on his shoulders. "Damian Fairchild, you bastard..."
Her words were broken apart by his thrusts.
"Miss Quinn, before you start cursing me, perhaps you should take a look in the mirror."
Seraphina Quinn bit down hard on his shoulder.
But the pain didn't make Damian Fairchild stop.
On the contrary, he only grew more savage.
His voice was rough, thick with the dark, surging tide of his lust.
