Third Person POV

Christopher pulled Millicent back into his arms. He kissed her lingeringly, feeling, his hands moving roughly on her back, his beast excited. He had to tell himself to take it easy, he wanted her so much it was hurting. It was an effort to restrain his beast from taking over. His mouth trailed to her neck and she moaned, her hands that had found their way round his neck, drawing his head down.

'Look at me', he commanded. Millicent obeyed and found that he had disposed off his ...