Lance stood in the kitchen wondering what the hell had just happened. One minute he had been indulging in some blissful kissing with Yulia, revelling in the feel and taste of her and enjoying her responses to his touch, and the next she was halfway across the room trying to ward him off like he was some form of the demonic creature that popular myth made him out to be.
Had he hurt her? He knew that he was a lot stronger than her but he didn’t think that he had been rough, and he knew that he was getting pretty turned on, but she had seen him in that state before. Plus, she had been the one pressing against him…
He looked at the door that she had just disappeared through, hoping that she was ok and wondering if he should go after her. Now that his body wa
