Ryan's kiss was no longer tender. It was forceful, dominant—nothing like how he used to be.

"Mmm—stop—" I pushed at his chest desperately. "Ryan, let me go!"

But he was too strong. I couldn't escape his hold.

His kiss deepened, demanding more, consuming more, as if he were determined to suck the life out of my lips, until I could barely breathe. My body melted against him, and before I could stop it, a soft, breathy moan escaped my ...