Evelyn Grant's eyes were red-rimmed as she blinked and nestled in Preston Keaton's arms.
She pulled out another photo and began, "What about this one where you're..."
Before she could finish, the man lifted her chin. He closed in, his presence oppressive, his jet-black eyes like an inescapable net, trapping her completely under his control.
"This is our wedding night."
Preston Keaton's lips descended, hovering just over hers. His Adam's apple bobbed with restraint, and a hint of aggression surfaced in his eyes.
"We'll talk about these later."
The camera in Evelyn's hand fell to the carpet with a soft thud. Her pliant lips were captured as his kiss assaulted her, fierce and demanding. His long fingers rested lightly against her neck, and the cool touch of his fingertips made Evelyn shiver.
She pressed her hands against Preston Keaton's chest, pushing with all her might. Tilting her head away, she panted, "Wait!"
