Bella wrenched herself free from his grip, the sudden movement making Lucian stagger a step backward.
She turned to face him, her chest rising fast.
“You’re drunk,” she said firmly. “I'd prefer you do that only when you are in your senses.”
Lucian reached for her again, fingers locking around her waist, pulling her against him as if he needed her to stay upright.
“I may be drunk,” he murmured close to her ear, “but I’ll remember every second of what I do to your body tonight.”
Bella’s stomach flipped as she struggled against the weight of his body pressing into hers.
His gaze lifted to her eyes, lingering there for a beat before drifting down to her lips.
“You’re so tempting,” he murmured, his words slurred by alcohol.
Before she could do any other thing, his mouth crashed onto her
