Vincent was taken aback by her words. His hands inside her shirt stopped moving and he fell speechless, unsure of what to say.
"I want you, Vincent," Ashlyn said again and Vincent knew he had to get away from her quickly. Her words were stirring up his desire and the more close they were, the more his desire heightened.
Trying to retract his hand from inside her shirt, it didn't move and Vincent couldn't help but curse his luck in his head. He should be happy that she wanted him cause he also wanted her, but because of the consequence in the end, he just couldn't do anything.
If he was a human like her, he wouldn't have even tried to hold back and now that she told him she wanted him, he would have shown her how much he also wanted her. But now, it was a different case. They were two different races and were never meant to be.
