Chapter 63 Asking for Mercy

Evan's act of leaning down was so abrupt I was stunned. By the time my brain finally realized what was happening, Evan had already fiercely captured my lips, which were slightly parted because of shock. If the kiss on the mountains the other day was like a gentle peck, this one was dominant. It was fierce, and it carried an intention to punish. He was rough. In between breaths, I tasted a faint, coppery taste of blood. Evan didn't seem to have noticed it. One of his hands held both my wrists together, while his other hand was planted firmly on my chin. He was like a ravenous wolf as he devoured the sweetness of my lips savagely, ferociously. I have never experienced such a ravaging kiss before, not in my past life, not in this life. Very quickly, my face was flushed because I didn't know how to breathe. The feeling of hypoxia was more and more clear. It was not easy for me to be reborn once more. I couldn't be kissed to death by Evan in this life now, could I? I tried to vocali