She slowly straightened her body and walked toward him. As soon as she reached midway, the man pounced on her by grabbing her wrist and roughly pulling her into his arms.
His strength was reckless. She could see that his face was tautly fraught . He looked terrified for once.
Is he worried about me?
Is he worried that I would fall off the cliff?
Before she could react, both of them tumbled onto the coupe's hood.
She moaned softly from the pain. By the time she opened her eyes, he had already flipped over and pressed on top of her. His overarching body nearly obscured the moonlight.
His handsome face, which was fuming and wry, loomed before her eyes.
She was back in his reach again, and the anger he was suppressing could explode now sans reservation!
He furiously pinched her chin and buried his face in the crook of her neck before he bit hard enough to penetrate her flesh.
