Islinda could not let Aldric coerce her into this, yet no sooner had the words left his lips did his mouth sealed over her.
No!
She let out a desperate cry, which was swallowed up in the devouring kiss. It was rough, demanding, and mostly punishing. She could almost imagine Aldric laughing at her helplessness, so though the deep kisses left her senses reeling, anger still coursed through her veins and she couldn't let Aldric have the win here.
She bit him hard on his lips, enough to draw blood, but instead of hurting the damn Fae, it only spurred him on. Aldric growled, holding her head still as he deepened the kiss and all Islinda could feel was his tongue invading her mouth and the strong metallic, bitter taste of blood. Her stomach lurched and nausea rose to her throat at the thought of consuming his blood.
