Maria's POV:
"I hate you," I whispered, breathlessly as he let go of me.
A devious smirk invaded his lips and I felt a shiver of unknown feeling vibrating my entire length. I hate his smirk. I hate everything about him. I hate the way he looks at me. I hate the way he is holding me.
Because he is not the man I know. He is someone else. A beast or a possessed beast to be precise.
"I love you too, my love." He muttered, before continuing his assault.
This time the feeling was totally counter to what I felt during the earlier. He was now gentle and caressing my bruising lips with his soft ones. He felt the same Sheryaar again. The caring and loving one.
"My enchantress." He whispered, losing his tight grip on my arms.
I rubbed my redden wrist and narrowed my teary eyes at him. His s
