Kaelen's mouth captured mine in a hungry kiss. I tried to resist—I really did—but my body betrayed me instantly, melting against him as his lips moved possessively over mine. My hands, which had initially pushed against his chest, now clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer.
The metallic tang of blood mingled with the salt of my tears as his tongue swept into my mouth. I must have split my lip in my earlier anger, but the slight pain only heightened everything I was feeling.
"That's it, little one," he murmured against my lips, his voice raspy with desire. "Stop fighting what we both know is true."
I whimpered as his large hands gripped my waist, effortlessly lifting and repositioning me until I was straddling his lap in the back seat of the limo. The new position pressed me intimately against him, making heat pool low in my belly.
