The metallic tang of blood soon flooded their mouth.

The man froze. In the next second, he moved with even more vigor.

Natasha could barely take in any breaths from his continuous kisses, and she was slowly losing strength in her body. The only reason she didn’t slump down was that the man was still pressing down on her hand.

A beat later, Stephen stopped and—with his lips still on hers—asked, “I thought you said you feel nothing toward me. Why have you gone so weak? Natasha, your body is far more honest than your mouth is!”

The man’s voice was hoarse.

Natasha panted. Just as she was about to...