Aurelia Shaw’s eyes flew open, her mind blank for a moment. She stared wide-eyed, stunned for a long time before she remembered to push Mason Nightshade. But the man’s body was too massive; she couldn’t budge him at all. Her legs were pinned beneath his, especially the injured one, unable to move even a fraction.
"Mmm... Mason... Mason Nightshade... let go... mmm..."
Mason Nightshade gave her no chance to catch her breath.
Aurelia Shaw felt a dizzy lack of oxygen in her brain, her breathing disordered. Her beautiful cheeks flushed deep red, and her hands gradually fell limp, though her fingers stubbornly clung to Mason Nightshade’s shirt, crumpled tightly in her grasp.
Mason Nightshade had many scars from "combat honors"; they were his manly pride! But caused by a woman, especially one so frail—it was probably the first time.
But he’d never thought to guard against her at all.
Greedily and forcefully savoring her sweetness, the taste matched what haunted his dreams for years. Mason Nightshade had long lost his reason. If at this moment Aurelia Shaw attacked, she would surely succeed!
Alas, there was no "if."
Aurelia Shaw bit her lower lip, forcibly maintaining her composure. Her eyes, misted with a cool haze, glared at Mason Nightshade.
"Mason Nightshade... how dare you touch me!"
Mason Nightshade lifted his head, his dark red gaze on her, as if containing a burning flame, staring unwaveringly into her heart. Seeing her swollen red lips, his eyes darkened, restraining himself from kissing her.
His voice hoarse, gently coaxing: "Can I kiss a little longer, hmm?"
When had Mason Nightshade ever softened his tone for anyone?
No, in Aurelia Shaw’s memory, this man always acted as he pleased. What he wanted, he must have! He’d never sought anyone’s opinion or considered anyone else’s feelings like he was now.
But what was he doing now?
He wanted her; she could clearly feel it. But this man was seeking her consent? Or perhaps considering her feelings?
Aurelia Shaw was shocked by her own speculation!
Mason Nightshade inhaled her unique fragrance. She was too sensitive; even a gentle kiss would leave red marks on her body.