She was prepared for a painful blow but instead, she felt him grab her chin roughly and pull her face upwards. He crushed her lips in a kiss then, forcing her mouth open. She tasted the alcohol they'd consumed and felt the now nearly burning heat of his skin on hers.
She fought to get away from him, putting her hands against his chest, she shoved but he wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Delaney felt the heat wash over her and her mind swirled from the alcohol and his kiss as he invaded her mouth, tasting what was to be found there.
At last, she balled her fists and hit him in his chest. She must have struck a target because his mouth was suddenly ripped from hers.
Vincent pressed his hand to his quickly rising and falling chest, teeth clenched. His almost black eyes were wide with fury as he glared down at her.
