Kian blinked and touched a hand over his cheek, which pulsed with a lingering burn. Not only had she pulled away from him during a kiss—a kiss she had clearly enjoyed—but she’d hit him. No one had ever withdrawn in the middle of any such act with him, much less stricken him. His innate charm should’ve kept her blinded by passion without any effort, even in his weakened state. “You slapped me.” He returned his gaze to her. Her lips were kiss-swollen, spots of pink stood out on her cheeks, and her chest was heaving. She looked so fucking delicious. Worth it.
