He lowered his head and fiercely kissed the corner of her lips. For her, he didn't know how much he'd already changed, but rescuing Hans Montrose was out of the question. Anyone who dared touch Jared Quinn's woman was destined for a dead end.
"Eat or not eat?" His deep voice was like a giant beast with a gaping, bloodthirsty mouth; if she didn't eat now, she would be the one devoured later.
Melody Thorne had no appetite the entire day and was already quite hungry. She only wanted to drink a glass of water as if she were dieting, but now...
Her hands angrily grabbed the thermal container from the side, eating one spoonful after another, her legs unclasping from around Jared Quinn's waist.
Once she had eaten enough, Melody Thorne slammed the thermal container onto the table and stomped upstairs.
Jared Quinn's fingers brushed against his lip corner. If it weren't for not being able to touch her, he would have devoured her entirely; as for enduring it?
