Untouchable Swan

Fear had me in its grip, but the real heat of his lips brushing mine scorched my heart.

Alistair's kiss started gentle, then grew deeper, and for some reason, it made me irrationally angry.

I shoved him away with both hands, but his eyes were still hazy with lingering desire.

He gazed down at me from above, lips curling in amusement. "Are you mad?" he teased.

Of course I was angry. Anyone would be