[Emma's POV]
He pushed me back on the bed and came on top of me. He looked at me again with hunger in his eyes.
I can see it now, clear as day: the dark, mocking curve of his mouth, the hint of sensual wickedness in his eyes. The way he stared at me with a predatory hunger. In that instant, Cian's mind and his body, locked together in a brutal union, a fierce, animalistic passion. In that moment his will was stronger than mine.
His lips crashed on mine in an angry, demanding assault. The whisky burned its fiery path down my throat, burning a trail of sensation in its wake, setting my senses aglow.
The taste of it was bitter, metallic; the burn intensified the sense of possession that had seized me the moment he entered the kitchen. His tongue thrust deep into my mouth, probing for th
