
He gazed at me, intently. Without a doubt I could tell on his face that he had impure thoughts at this very moment. By the time my brain registered and processed this, he was too close for comfort. I was pinned to the wall, one hand on each of my shoulders with brute force. His hazel eyes staring into mine. Those eyes had me paralyzed, physically. Mentally, I was screaming at myself to run. He made me feel uneasy, I wanted to crawl out of my own skin.
"Scared?"
Should I tell him the truth? Of course not. I will not give him the satisfaction.
"No." I said in almost a whisper.
"You should be."
With that, he got closer to me but I expected that. I knew he would try to intimidate me further.
He leaned closer to me, inhaling sharply. His gaze went from my face towards my neck. Then his lips met my neck ever so softly, which shocked me to no avail! For someone so dominant, to have such tender lips. He laid three kisses down to where my neck and shoulder meet. Then I felt a tingling sharp pain. His canines were grazing my first layer of skin. Slightly painful but it gave me a secondary feeling that I just can't pin point. Somewhere between exciting and lustful.
Then I felt his mouth pull away from my skin. Oddly enough, I felt saddened which makes no sense at all. I didn't want to be around him, let alone him touch me.
"Next time I won't be so gentle."
With that comment I thought he would now release me from his hold. Boy I was wrong. He applied more pressure to my shoulders and I winced in pain.
Then his lips came crashing into mine.

