-LILIAN-
His lips on mine again, demanding, possessive, yet carrying an undercurrent of something that made my breath catch. The audacity of it! After the slap, after the humiliation, after he'd allowed those snivelling Lieges to believe they held sway, he stood here, saying,
"I don't make mistakes, little lamb." His words, a low rumble against my mouth, weren't a question but a statement of absolute fact, mirroring the unyielding pressure of his body against mine.
I couldn't breathe. Not just because his kiss was deep and consuming, but because his words had shattered the careful shield I'd built around my heart. A mistake. That's what I'd told myself, over and over, ever since I woke up alone. A drunken stumble, a moment of weakness, a desperate attempt to feel something other than de
