What was she even thinking?
Lady Karina knew she was getting caught up in the moment with Orpheus, despite telling herself that she would never again bend to his will or lose herself in his sweet touches.
Except, this time, they were anything but sweet.
It was almost as if he was staking a claim and punishing her for disobeying his will.
Still, she couldn't entirely blame the man for sending her mind into a blur, since she equally welcomed his kiss.
She could have simply found a way to shove him or dislodge him with an object from the desk, but she submitted.
Wasn't this the man who invaded her homeland and destroyed most of what she held dear? Didn't she vow to exact her revenge and drive his army of demons away?
Yet, here she was, her lips locked with his in an almost unbreakable contact.
Lady Karina could feel his large, strong hands grip her thighs possessively, as if he was branding the marks of his grip into her skin.
