The moment they were inside, he pinned her against the door and kissed her without a word.
His frantic plundering left her unable to resist. She could only lean against the wall and let him take control.
Just as she tried to reclaim some control, he overwhelmed her again. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her with ease, and pushed open the bedroom door...
...
Rosalind Lowell lay in his arms, looking at the dark circles under his eyes. He looked as if he hadn't slept well for days.
Her heart ached as she looked at him sleeping so soundly. She hadn't had a moment to take in her surroundings before, but now, looking around, she realized the decor here was a world apart from his office and villa.
Compared to the sleek, modern decor of his office, the wooden furniture, fairytale-style decorations, and little knick-knacks here added a touch of whimsical charm.
'So this place is Alaric's as well?'
