His mouth dominated mine with unyielding force, stealing my breath and flooding my senses with his masculine taste. The altar's cold stone contrasted with the burning heat of Landon's body as he pressed me backward, looming over me like a predator claiming his prey.
His tongue thrust deep, mimicking the intimate act his body clearly craved. I moaned helplessly into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his crimson hair as he devoured me. My entire body throbbed with need, my core aching and empty.
Then suddenly, he stopped.
He pulled back, his gray eyes now tinted red, watching me with cruel amusement as I panted beneath him. My lips felt bruised, swollen from his punishing kisses.
"Did you think I would reward your disobedience with pleasure?" he asked, voice dangerously soft.
"What?" I whispered, disoriented by the abrupt shift.
His smile turned wicked. "This isn't about pleasure, Seraphina. It's about punishment."
