“Tristan.” My hand shoots to my chest, the other tightening around my water cup as he rushes across the room with fire in his eyes. “What are you—” He walks into me, the glass in my hand dropping to the ground and shattering as he shoves me against the wall, his lips claiming mine in a brutal kiss. I moan, my arms flying up to wrap around his shoulders as he consumes me, his body pressing against mine as he licks inside my mouth, his hands roaming over my sides like he can’t bear the thought of not touching me.
