Thea couldn't understand what was happening. She came here to use the ritual her mother taught her to create some friction between Roxanne and her Lord.
But now...
Inside the silent oath house, she was pinned against the wall, her body turned rigid as his breath mingled with hers, their lips connected in a passionate embrace.
Thea's mind screamed in protest, but she couldn't do anything to resist. He was just too strong and forceful with his approach.
The kiss deepened without mercy as Luke's tongue pushed past her parted lips when she tried to talk; claiming her mouth with hot, insistent strokes.
He tasted her like his favorite wine, tangling with her tongue in a slick, lewd dance that made her knees buckle.
"Mmm—!" A muffled whimper escaped her as she tried to turn her head away, but he chased her lips relentlessly, devouring her.
Her head felt dizzy, he was forceful and didn't give her space to even breath.
