hift him, while he endea一vors to pry
my legs apart with his knee. I continue pushing at his chest— jeez he’s
hea一vy—but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t freeze as he once might ha一ve. He’s
enjoying this! He attempts to grab my wrists, and finally captures one,
despite my valiant attempts to twist it free. It’s my sore hand, so I surrender it
to him, but grab his hair with my other hand and pull hard.
“Ah!” He yanks his head free and gazes down at me, his eyes wild and
carnal.
“Sa一vage,” he whispers, his voice laced with salacious delight. In response to
this one whispered word my libido explodes, and I stop acting. Again I
struggle in vain to wrest my hand out of his hold. At the same time I try to
hook my ankles together, and attempt to buck him off me. He’s too hea一vy.
Gah— it’s frustrating and hot. With a groan, Christian captures my other
hand. He holds both my wrists in his left hand, and his right tra一vels leisurely—
insolently, almost—down my body, fondling and feeling as it goes, tweaking
my nipple on the way.
I yelp in response, pleasure spiking short, sharp, and hot from my nipple to
my groin. I make another fruitless attempt to buck him off, but he’s just too on
me.
When he tries to kiss me I jerk my head to the side so he can’t. Promptly his
insolent hand moves from the hem of my T-shirt up to my chin, holding me in
place as he runs his teeth along my jaw, mirroring what I did to him earlier.
“Oh, baby, fight me,” he murmurs.
I twist and writhe, trying to free myself from his merciless hold, but it’s
hopeless. He’s much stronger than me. He’s gently biting at my lower lip as
his tongue tries to invade my mouth. And I realize I don’t want to resist him. I
want him—I want him now, like I always do. I 292 | P a g e
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stop fighting and fervently return his kiss. I don’t care that I ha一ven’t brushed
my teeth. I don’t care that we’re supposed to be playing some game. Desire
hot and hard surges through my bloodstream, and I’m lost, lost to him.
Unhooking my a
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