Azzurra went rigid as a bolt of energy shot down her spine. Her palms pressed hard against his chest, desperately trying to shove him away, but the man didn't move an inch. He had her jaw clamped firmly in his grip, leaving her no chance to turn her head or escape the kiss.

“S… Stop,” she tried to say, her voice muffled against his lips, but he was utterly consumed, his mouth molding to her trembling ones. He sucked her bottom lip before teasing the seam of her mouth, seeking entrance. ...