Chapter 98

Thunder crashed suddenly outside as rain streamed down the windows. Light from the living room spilled into the bedroom, casting shadows over the large bed and creating a dramatic contrast. Laurelle's pale fingers gripped Zachariah's collar as she took a deep breath. Her eyelashes fluttered before she pressed her lips against his, tasting the lingering hint of alcohol on them. Her kisses were more like playful nibbles, making soft smacking sounds that reminded him of a child playing make-believe. Though inexperienced and almost comical, her innocent attempts ignited something deep in Zachariah's eyes. Sometimes, the deadliest temptations came from such innocent gestures. When Laurelle went in for another clumsy kiss, Zachariah finally lost his composure. His self-control shattered as he broke free of her grip and swiftly pinned her beneath him, causing her to gasp in surprise. The alcohol had left him buzzed but far from drunk. Leaning in close, he bit her lip lightly. His vo