"Hmm, my fiancée is very obedient," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, as he slipped

his hand behind her neck. His fingers curled firmly around her nape, drawing her closer

with a gentle but unyielding grip.

Before she could react, his lips descended onto hers, capturing them in a kiss that stole the

air from her lungs. The contact was firm, insistent, and left no room for resistance. Her heart

skipped a beat, her pulse hammering against the restraint she tried to maintain.

Her mind ...