Enna Clark was awakened by a ticklish sensation on her neck.
She thought it was a mosquito.
Furrowing her brows, she reached out to swat at it.
A crisp sound rang out, and she abruptly snapped awake. Only then did she realize that the culprit for the ticklishness on her neck was not a mosquito at all, but the man who had woken up!
Baron Lawrence, caught off guard, was hit. There seemed to be fire burning in his eagle eyes, hot enough to burn someone to ashes, as he gritted his teeth, "Enna! Clark!"
"I didn't do it on purpose." Enna Clark reflexively explained.
Baron Lawrence's intense gaze was fixed on her face as he ground out, "Too late!"
Having said that, he lowered his head and covered her lips, his kisses descending on her lips, neck, and collarbone like a tempest.
Enna Clark could feel the rapid breathing of the man looming over her, and she instinctively tried to dodge, "Baron Lawrence, stop, I..."
"Can't stop!"
