Chapter 592

Rosalind took a sudden step backward, her eyes catching the angry red marks on Everett's forearm. "How did this happen?" Her fingers hovered over the wound without touching.

Everett barely glanced at the injury, likely sustained during his frantic rush to reach her. There were more pressing matters demanding his attention now.

Without warning, his strong hands encircled Rosalind's narrow waist, pulling her flush against his body. His mouth crashed down on hers with desperate intensity. The sheer force of his kiss made her knees buckle dangerously.

But Everett's iron grip held her upright, molding her pliant form against his hardened frame. Rosalind could feel the scorching heat radiating from his skin, the primal hunger thrumming through his veins.

She planted both palms against his solid chest, twisting her face away. "Have you lost your mind?" Her breath came in ragged gasps.

Everett's smoldering gaze pinned her in place as his voice dropped to a rough whisper. "Rosalind, I need you."