Chantelle opened the door and walked straight to the bookcase. The moment she pulled open a drawer, she felt someone approaching. She quickly grabbed a picture frame from the table and threw it toward the person.
The person caught the frame easily. Chantelle rushed toward the door to turn on the light.
There was no doubt that this person was stronger than her. He caught the frame, braced his hand on the desk, jumped over it, and landed right in front of her.
Then, with one arm around her waist, he pulled her closer and held her tightly against his chest.
Chantelle caught a familiar scent and knew who it was immediately.
While she was still stunned, the man lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
Chantelle couldn't pull away from him. His soft lips were too tempting. After a gentle tangle, the growing heat completely drowned out her reason. In the darkness, every sensation felt stronger, and she could only give in to it.
