The Wrong Woman

Imogen found herself completely lost in Jasper's deep, commanding kiss, unable to pull away.

She didn't know when she had started to give in, but his kiss made her lose control and her body responded in ways she couldn't comprehend.

His dominant presence left her weak. She melted in his arms. Under the intensity of his kiss, she felt light-headed, her mind going blank.

Jasper's lips and tongue were tantalizing, while his strong chest felt warm against her. His body radiated heat.

Imogen's legs grew weak, and before she knew it, he had guided her out of the kitchen.

Their bedroom was upstairs, but fearing she might regain her senses and push him away, Jasper pressed her onto the living room couch instead.

Disoriented by his kisses, Imogen's breathing became erratic, and her body grew uncomfortably warm.

Jasper's hands roamed freely, heightening the heated, intimate atmosphere. He reached for the remote on the coffee table, dimming the lights to create a romantic, shadowy ambiance.

quickly things had escalated. She was utterly lost in the moment. It wasn't until a sharp pain snapped her back to reality that she regained her

away from his kiss, pounding her

murmured, his voice pained, but

wanted to leave her with no room to escape him. Before, he had avoided touching her, hoping she would fall in

feeling utterly disrespected. He had claimed her innocence, in her moment of confusion and desire, before seeking her

had once thought Jasper was perfect, someone far beyond her reach. But now, she despised him, a hatred born from her

apologies, yet remained unyielding in his

room and took a shower. With her aching legs, she curled up in her

living room, Jasper sat on the couch after putting on

gone too far, but he didn't regret it. He also knew Imogen would hate him for this. The realization of it pained him deeply as

his eyes and leaned back on the couch. With an arm draping over them

was made of