His eyes suddenly darkened, inch by inch, becoming deeper and increasingly aggressive.
It wasn't until he inadvertently tightened his grip that Enna Clark's chin felt a sharp pain, causing her to gasp, that he came back to his senses.
He quickly released his hold, took a deep breath, letting the fresh, cold air suppress some of the heat in his body, and immediately stood up, saying, "I'll go get you some ointment."
Enna didn't notice his brief change, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she stopped him, "Baron Lawrence, there's no need. It doesn't hurt much, just a slight sting from the impact; it'll get better soon. No need for ointment."
"I said you need it, so you need it!"
He knew better than anyone how delicate her skin was.
In bed, every time he lightly sucked on her skin, it reddened quickly and would bruise afterward. As if he had roughly mishandled her.
He didn't want to wake up tomorrow morning to find this woman's nose bruised!
