"What is it?" Ivy stood like an angry wild cat before Tristan. "Tell me why you don't want to sleep with me?"
Tristan didn't know what to say. Ever since he had seen her, this is what he wanted to hear from her. He wanted her, even now his inner demon told him to rip off the peach dress that was hiding her beauty, and take her on the bed, quench all of his desires.
He shut his eyes tight as if doing that would erase off the lusty thoughts that were now clouding his mind. Then he felt a delicate, slender hand slapping him right across his face.
"Look at me now, and tell me why you won't sleep with me?"
"Because I don't want to hurt you," his reply came out as a yell. Then he flashed opened his eyes, which had turned red slightly—due to anger and lust. "My curse… it is that my desire do
