Enna Clark's breath hitched, and she suddenly tilted her head back, piercingly meeting the man's burning gaze in the darkness. "What about eating?"
"I'll take care of you!"
"Don't I need to chew?"
Baron Lawrence didn't even pause for a second before responding, "If you want me to chew it up and feed you, I can do that too!"
She chose to hold her tongue.
"And... breathing? Are you going to breathe for me too?"
Clear in the darkness, came the sound of a man grinding his teeth. The next second, her lips were covered by his, a punishing hot kiss that wrung all the oxygen out of her lungs before he released her. "Enna Clark, you seem in pretty high spirits. Try backtalking to me again. I dare you!"
If she ever talked back to him again, he would make sure all her mouth could do was pant for breath.
He spoke so forcefully that he ended up pulling at his abdomen. A stifled grunt escaped him as he maneuvered to get up. "I need a shower."
