Fawn's POV
Blake spun me around, pinning me against the entry wall with his body, one hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back so my throat was exposed. His other hand gripped my hip as his mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding, his tongue forcing its way between my lips like he owned me. It made me feel small, almost like I was back in Fawn’s body. It was exhilarating, feeling so small as he dominated me with his sheer size.
I moaned into the kiss, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, his back, anywhere I could reach, trying to pull him closer, trying to feel more of him.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough.
In answer, I hitched one leg around his waist, pulling him closer, rolling my hips against the hard ridge of his c**
