The man did not stop. His hand abandoned her face, his fingers gripping her waist hard...a hold that made her yell out in pure shock and sharp pain.
That kiss, that sudden cold air, that aggressive grip... suddenly cleared her mind.
With a surge of strength, she shoved hard against his chest and, twisting her neck, swung her arm up and delivered a stinging slap across his stone-cold, beautiful face.
"Who wants to mate with you!" she yelled at him; just because he is handsome does not mean she was going to mate with him.
Then she saw his face. His expression was utterly unreadable, stoic, and devastatingly calm. And she realized that she had just slapped the ancient, powerful lord of the forest.
Her hand dropped, trembling. She stared at it, wishing to sever the offending limb. She has completely forgotten that he is still a powerful snake who might gobble her up in one bite.
