He kissed her passionately.
Yvette could feel his soft lips and smell his musky scent.
Lance tightened his grip on her wrist, having no intention of letting her go.
Unable to free herself, Yvette got anxious.
Her heart pounded hard. Their breaths intertwined.
There was only one thing she could think about.
Crazy.
Lance was crazy.
Suddenly, the musky scent was replaced by a smell of rust.
It was blood.
Yvette felt she was about to go crazy. Her mind was inundated by thoughts that paralyzed her.
Lance's tongue was pressing against hers as he kissed Yvette deeply.
Both of them open their eyes. Yvette's gaze met his.
She was trying to escape, while he was keeping her beside him.
When Lance loosened a bit after the long kiss, Yvette bit him on his lower lip without hesitation.
The pain caused Lance to let go of her.
However, his gaze was still fixed on her.
