Here he was, her drug, her antidote, kissing her like all he wanted in the world was her. Her resolve was melting, like ice cream being thrown on the fire. She was crumbling fast under his passionate kisses.
He pulled away but he didn't let their lips part. "C'mon, little lamb. Give in to me. Respond to me," he whispered against her lips before he kissed her again.
Abi gripped the sheets so hard that her knuckles turned white, to stop herself from reaching out to him and pulling him to her. 'I must not succumb! No! I won't give in! Abi, please. Don't let him win!' she screamed within her, trying to wake herself up from his spell.
He pulled away the second time around and Alex stared down at her face. There was a glitter of an unacceptable defeat in his eyes. Why was she not responding? How the hell was she able to resist him? What kind of creature was she?
