"Felix..." A soft call, Mia Foster's eyes were like a pool of water, misty with bewilderment, yet filled with desire.
Felix Shaw pressed his handsome face down again, his lips landing on the nape of her neck, gliding as he asked, "Never done it before?"
Mia Foster bit her lip, "Mmm..."
He said no more, but suddenly thrust in, using brute force, with not a shred of tenderness. A cry of shock, Mia Foster gasped for breath, her delicate brows twisted tight, her small face turned deathly pale.
She was not a woman afraid of pain, but his sudden intrusion was more than she could bear. Before she could react, he struck again fiercely. With a cry of shock, Mia Foster immediately bit her own hand.
Her parents were sleeping in the next room; perhaps they were already up, sitting in the living room... She dared not make too much noise, for fear of being heard by them.
