Chapter 161 Tangled Passion

• Agnes
• The force of my kiss sent us tumbling backward, Elijah’s solid frame catching me as we fell against the bed. My skirts billowed around us, tangling in a swirl of fabric that trapped our legs together.
• Our mouths locked desperately, lips bruising against each other as I pressed myself closer, my breasts flattening against his chest. The aphrodisiac Mason had slipped into my champagne burned through my veins, making a molten heat pool low in my belly, urging me to writhe against him like some feral creature in heat.