Chapter 40 Lose Your Cool

Kier's Pov
My arms yank her lithe frame up and her legs wrap around my waist, fingers shredding the arm of my shirt as she nips on my lower lip. I taste blood, anger and lust on her lips. Her tongue lashes against mine, stroking softly one second, and violently the next second, and it is my undoing.
I hardly notice her legs unwrapping me, until I am shoved into the wall with shocking strength. The tiny witch pulls back, growling as she fumbles my tunic, trying to get it over my head, but she’s too short to reach. A snarl rips from her lips as she grips two ends of the collar and rips it in half. It hits the floor, somewhere on the left…or right. I don’t know. I can’t take my eyes off her.