She slapped him. Oh my God, she slapped him. For the first time in Emmerie's life, she’d taken a backseat to her frustrations and she'd let them drive her hand right across the sex demon's face. But when he turned his eyes back to her, bringing his hand to his jaw, she noticed that the amusement still hadn't fled his gaze.
"People in this town are quite welcoming."
She narrowed a glare at him. He was young and cocky and, although she hated to admit it, he was handsome too. In the darkness of evening, his amber eyes glowed all the more like fire. The dark, black hair falling against his pale face made him look more primal than he had during the day. Emmerie took a step back, his presence making her feel suddenly claustrophobic in the spacious clearing. His jaw was set, as if he were someone to be reckoned with, yet the subtle smile on his lips hadn't left since the moment she'd laid eyes on him.
"If you've received anything less than a warm welcome," she lectured, "it's because your sarcasm is unbecoming."
"Among other things." His constant smile left her unnerved. She swore he was on the edge of laughter.
Emmerie turned to leave, but a strong grip found her shoulder and spun her around. Determined lips crushed hers. She struggled, but the stranger only brought her closer. His lips were soft, but he plundered her mouth with his tongue as if he needed to taste every inch of her. In only seconds, she was convinced that her mouth carried the sweetest taste on earth. Like a traitor, her body sank against his and Emmerie welcomed his tongue with her own.
When a moan escaped her, reality slapped her in the face. What's gotten into me? She jerked out of his arms and fell against the ground. Her hood fell back and her long hair spilled onto the leaves beneath her. The stranger knelt before her, but didn't help her up.
"You're too beautiful to be an angel. You were crafted by the gods to be with a sinner. Luckily, you've found me." Again with the damned smile.
"Actually, I was crafted by God to be with a gentleman. And guess what, I'm married to one, so don't ever put your hands on me again."
"You didn't act married a moment ago."
Emmerie saw red, shot up from the ground, and threw her hand toward his cheek once more. The stranger was fast and caught her wrist. The sleeve of her cloak slid down and revealed the ring on her finger. He stared at it, his fiery gaze still ever-amused.
"What a pretty steel ring. Elegantly crafted."
Em thought she spied recognition flash in his amber stare. "Yes, made by my husband, an expert blacksmith. He hasn't left me without gifts." With her free hand, she whipped out a ruby encrusted dagger and pointed it at the stranger. "Now, leave me in peace."
"I'll leave, sugar, but you were never in peace. And I have a feeling that after I leave, you're going to be even more frustrated than before."
He pushed the blade aside and assaulted her mouth once more. Heat came off his body in waves, and Em no longer needed her cloak for warmth. This time, his lips slowly navigated hers, taking the time to fully explore her in a kiss that never seemed to end. Emmerie's mind calmed; the dark stranger left her no choice but to have her mouth plundered in a slow, erotic fashion. For once, she wasn't being treated like a fragile doll. She wasn't breakable in the arms of this stranger and so she let herself fall into his embrace.
Then shame overwhelmed her. "Lennox."
"Actually, it's Reza." He took a step back. "You've fully convinced me now that you're angel."
"I'm not an angel." Her voice broke.
"Yes, you are. Because I know how badly you want me. And yet you turn me away."
His gaze burned into her, a smoldering hot brand, but he turned and departed through the forest. Only then did Emmerie realize she was shaking.
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