Carcel didn't stop. He didn't let her breathe. He kissed her, his body moving forward, forcing her backward step by step until her back hit the solid wood of the library door with a heavy thud.
The impact knocked the breath out of her, but she didn't complain. Ines wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes, and returned the kiss as desperately as he gave it. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, a release of a month's worth of silence and longing.
Carcel pressed his hips against hers, pinning her to the wood.
She said she doesn't want a loveless marriage, he thought, his mind racing as his lips devoured hers. She said we should call it off. But her body… her body is begging me to take her.
He could feel it in the way she clung to him, in the small, frantic sounds she made in her throat. She didn't want to leave him. She was scared.
