Lena’s POV:
The intensity of the kiss made my mind reel with pleasure. I gasped when he bit my lower lip, parting my mouth expertly to plunge his tongue deep inside. If this was a punishment, I would love to be punished again and again. But I knew this was just the beginning!
His tongue swirled against mine, and he gripped my cheek angrily to dominate the kiss. I knew he was angry, but this wasn’t what I wanted to do all my life. If he was my mate, why couldn’t he understand me and my need to seek my identity? Why couldn’t he understand the importance of quietening that voice inside my head?
However, the moment his hand slipped under my top, I forgot all about my predicament and drowned in his touch. Before I could realize what was happening, he released my mouth and hauled my top up
