Delphine froze for a moment. She had even recorded a video and was planning to go out and slap each of them across the face.
Ignatius Leclair watched her, absentminded and lost in thought. Her snow-white skin and everything about her was pulling him in. With a sudden rush in his head, he lowered himself and captured the lips he had longed for so much, devouring her entirely. His large hands lifted her body, pinning her against the wall as his breathing grew rapid.
The man's presence exuded an intense aggressiveness, completely different from any other time. Even the piercing pine scent on him became richer, enveloping her in a dizzying haze.
Delphine quickly snapped back to her senses and bit him hard, saying with distaste, "Don't touch me. You disgust me."
Her body was covered with the scent of other women, and there were lipstick stains on his shirt—yet he wanted to kiss her? Delphine, a notorious clean freak, blurted it out without thinking.
