After the doctor cleaned and stitched him up, he sensibly tiptoed out.
"Come here..." His hoarse voice was as enchanting as a melody in the night, awakening her fragile and disoriented soul. She walked over lightly, but before approaching, his long arm pulled her in, causing her to tumble into his embrace, bare skin, scorching body heat. Yet his lips were somewhat cold as they fiercely collided with hers, capturing the sweetest essence from her mouth, enticing her soft little tongue that wanted to evade, sucking on it intensely, making the root of her tongue ache with soreness, trembling; he hadn't changed at all—still so domineering.
"What are you afraid of, Avery Jane? What are you afraid of being with me?" He could see her fear. Was she questioning his ability to protect her? That was the biggest insult to a man.
