She nearly threw herself against his chest, causing her to instantly feel an aching pain.
"Kyle Kinston, what are you doing?" she said, instinctively trying to break free from his embrace.
But instead, he pulled her even tighter into his arms, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his breath tingling on her neck, making her shiver.
"Kyle Kinston, let go," she whispered urgently. This was the neighborhood, and even though it was late at night with barely anyone around, there might still be a few late passersby.
He suddenly lowered his head and bit the skin on the back of her hand, truly biting, making Mabel Quinn cry out in pain, barely stifling her voice.
But what truly made the hair on her skin stand on end came afterward. If it was just a bite, that would have been it, but he rubbed his teeth across it, sending a wave of goosebumps across her skin, every hair standing on end.
