Amara tried turning her head away, but he followed her instantly, his lips chasing hers again and again.
Then suddenly—
She bit down hard on his lower lip.
Elias jerked back immediately.
The kiss broke apart at once.
For the first time since grabbing her, genuine shock crossed his face.
A small drop of blood appeared on his lower lip.
Breathing heavily, Elias lifted one hand slowly and touched the spot. When he pulled his fingers away, there was blood smeared across them.
He stared at it for a second before lifting his eyes back toward her.
“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding genuinely offended.
Amara glared at him, breathing unevenly.
“Don’t bite me,” Elias muttered, almost irritated now. “I’m trying to kiss you.”
Then, unbelievably, he added in a calmer tone, like he was correcting her over a small mistake,
“Just lick my lip, okay?”
Amara stared at him in disbelief.
Elias leaned forward again immediately, clearly intending to kiss her once more.
The second his mouth neared hers, Amara shoved hard against his chest.
“Stop acting like this!” she snapped. “What are you doing? Stop kissing me! Why are you even kissing me?”
Elias looked at her for one heated second.
Then his gaze dropped briefly to her lips again.
“You don’t like that?” he asked roughly.
His thumb brushed against her lower lip before he added in a low voice,
“What do you like then?”
His eyes darkened.
“Should I lick your lower lip more?”
He stepped toward her again, reaching for her waist.
“Come here,” he murmured, already trying to pull her back into another kiss.
His fingers closed tightly around her wrist as he tugged her toward him, his other hand sliding to her waist while he leaned down once more, clearly intending to kiss her again.
Amara’s breath caught when his face lowered toward hers.
Their lips barely brushed for a split second before she shoved hard against his chest.
