Seventy

He took me into the car. My dizziness still makes me see that this isn't the sports car he used, it's a different car and I'm on his lap with my legs on his either side. A luxury limousine with silver and gold accents, and a divider between the driver and passengers.

My eyes widen, and I begin to struggle against Rhysand's grip on my waist. He let go of his hands, but only to move to cup my face and bring it closer to his. And he kissed me as the car started moving.

Hard, fast, and strong, and I can't fight it. Something stirred inside me, and this time it was anger and a frenzy that began to rise to my core. This time it was something dizzy that confused me as his tongue demanded its way into my mouth. I groaned because of the eruption of frustration that hit me because I couldn't get away from him, and I groaned because the explosion of passion emerged from within me. His kiss was still demanding, and his hand that was gripping my cheek moved behind me. Squeezing my hair and fingers