Edmund looked at Angela with hunger in his eyes. He reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, his fingers tracing circles over the nipple, sending a shiver down her spine. "We're not done yet," he growled, his voice low and husky. Angela's heart raced as he brought his lips to hers, his mouth crashing down on hers in a violent, aggressive kiss.
He then lifted his head and looked at her chest, his eyes roaming over her body before coming back to her face. "You want this?" he asked, his voice dripping with desire, as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing her to cry out in pain. "I think you do." With a swift motion, he bit down on her breast, the pain sending a rush of pleasure through her body.
Angela's hands flew up to her chest, covering the wound, but Edmund just laughed and pulled her arms away.
"Get used to it," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.