Jessamae POV.
She raises her arm, intending to deliver a strike, but Hanzo swiftly wraps his fingers around her delicate wrist. Instantly, a blaze of desire engulfs her, leaving her longing to scream, to express her final words of condemnation. Why didn't he answer her calls? Was she nothing to him?
But she cannot articulate her thoughts, for all she feels is the fire coursing through her veins and the rapid pounding of her heart. She senses herself falling, falling fast, unable to resist the pull. She is not strong enough to fight it, especially not with her heart in its fragile state.
Amidst the intoxicating scent of his aftershave, mingling with the muskiness of his skin, she swallows the words she yearns to utter. As their lips crash together, the kiss is hot, wet, and surpasses all
