Chapter 122 It Felt So Good

• Her heart thudded in her throat as the hand beneath her chin squeezed, bringing her gaze level with the intensity of Douglas's. The lines of his face were sharply defined in moonlight: the clenched jaw, the flared nose, and the eyes dropping down to the soft curve of her mouth.
• "No," he growled, rough as gravel. Then he claimed her mouth.
• It wasn't a kiss. It was an assault. His tongue thrust inside her, hot and demanding, his other hand jerking the silk of her dress up past her hips, exposing her bare flesh and making her whimper with need.