Chapter 22: The Rage

The kiss is fierce and passionate, born from the primal instinct of two creatures drawn to each other in a way that transcends every thought, every duty, every reason.

There is nothing thing gentle about the way Rune handles me, but then, I have never been the type of woman who loves being treated like glass.

He is fire and right now, I'm burning.

And nothing has ever felt so good.

When I cup the length of him through his slacks, he makes a sound deep in his throat that is both raw and sounds very close to the animal that lurks under his skin and it is so sexual, my folds clench hard. I shiver with wanton, unbridled lust.

He slams me against the wall beside the hall's door and I shove him hard, twisting us so that his back his against the wall instead. I want control. I want him writhing for me. I want him wanting me so bad, his knees will buckle.

But Rune will not be subdued.

He shifts us again and my breath is knocked out of me when my back hit