She stared at his face chiseled with perfection, with sharp angles and defined lines that seemed to have been sculpted by the moon goddess herself. His eyes, a deep, piercing blue, sparkled with a darkness, as if daring the world to try and disobey him.
The effect was one of breathtaking masculinity, a face that seemed to embody strength, courage, and pride.
He was dark, too dark and she wondered if a smile had ever appeared on those thin inviting lips of his. His dark hair fell to one side, covering his left eye and when she instinctively raised her hand to brush the hair out of his face, he suddenly dragged her closer, smashing his lips on hers.
Astrid's eyes widened as she felt his hot breath over her face and she immediately struggled, moving backwards but he held her tightly to hi
