Chapter 270

• She had always thought of Elijah as a serious and reserved gentleman, but this kiss was forceful, almost savage and primitive.
• The grip around her waist was iron, and the metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth as her lips were bitten. Her tongue was also tugged to numbness, and she felt as if she were being devoured...
• "Mmm... Elijah...." Every time she tried to resist, he held her even tighter and more ruthlessly.