Rhea had no idea what exactly she could say to calm him down. Cause he looked incandescent then. Her mind wandered around the things that happened between them a few moments ago. She wanted to apologize but she couldn't find the right words.
Ryan had already caught her hand and the grip on her wrist tightened with every second.
The next second, before she could realize it, Rhea's world spun in front of her. Her back hit the mattress. She could once see the beautifully painted ceiling of his room.
Soon, his frame covered that sight as well. All she could do was him. Rhea soon realized that he had once again pinned her down to his bed under him.
Ryan's lips touched hers impatiently before she could think what exactly was going on. This time, his lips parted hers and his tongue intruded into her mouth making her shiver. His hand travelled down her body and grabbed her slender waist tightly. His hands were so strong that they were even slightly hurting her.
