No..this is wrong…she shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be allowing him to claim her lips like they belong to him. She shouldn't be trembling from the intensity of his kiss.

No Elly. This isn't right.

She fought in her head but her palm that ought to push him away was clutching onto him. Her arms, which were supposed to separate her from this infuriating being, were wrapping around him for support. Her teeth that were supposed to bite that lip of his…didn't.

She couldn't fight the feeling of the soft lips, of his hot tongue that slaps all senses out of her.

How could she fight this kiss when...