Lethia gasped, her eyes blinking rapidly as Varrel's tongue forced its way into her mouth. Her lips parted unwillingly under the cruel grip on her cheek.
Both her hands slammed against his shoulders, trying to shove him off in a futile, panicked attempt. But Varrel's other arm was already wrapped tight around her waist, possessive and immovable.
Her head spun. Nausea surged in her gut as she twisted her tongue, trying desperately to dodge his. Her eyes welled up, the sting of disgust rising hard in her veins. She was furious and cursed every vile suck from his filthy mouth.
When her pushes failed to make him budge, she bit down on his tongue—hard.
Varrel let out a pained grunt and immediately jerked away, breaking the kiss and pulling back with a sharp hiss.
