Chapter 743

All manner of control fell apart.

In the dark, Elias tasted Mimi’s lips with the hunger of a desert wanderer who found a fountain in an oasis. He shoved her to the wall, trapping the young woman’s weaker body under the tyranny of his stronger physique and snuffing out any struggle or protest.

There was a hint of nectar in her lips. Tasting it made stopping impossible.

His fury had found itself an outlet. His lips angrily planted themselves onto hers, retreated, scraped through her neck, made her tremble. Slithered upward, snaked along the bony frame of her ear, circled back to her cheek.

A chilling trickle wetted his lips.

Elias stopped dead on his movement and licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. A hint of saltiness stung his taste bud, and a surge of bitterness raided his throat.

He felt a pang on his chest as though a sledgehammer had landed on him. He stared at Mimi’s eyes in a baffled trance. He could see the weakly glistening trails on her cheeks and her puffy eyes ev