Before Islinda could react, Aldric reversed their positions, slamming her back against the wall with a force that made her gasp. His thigh wedged between hers, pressing against her with just enough pressure that made heat rushed to her core.
Islinda let out an annoyed groan, hating herself for the way her body betrayed her.
She hated Aldric in that moment — hated the way he always turned everything into a game of dominance and power. But despite the fury, there was something deeper, something thrilling that she couldn't deny.
Everything happened in a blur. One moment, they were glaring at each other, furious and ready to tear each other apart. The next, their mouths crashed together in a fiery kiss, their hands desperately clawing at each other's clothes.
