"LEAVE THIS PLACE," he growled, and at the sheer power in his voice, she stood unmoving, but it was not a command. However, the power he unleashed held her captive as her body shook violently, yet again under its strength.
Oh, Ron, you are spoiling everything, I thought. My plan WAS to spend the night with Ron; he is sweet, kind, gentle, caring, and thoughtful, and I have thought about kissing him so many times but just didn't want to mix business with pleasure.
Oh god, I stifle a moan as the warmth of his hand travels straight up my body, through my core. Taking that as an invite, he crashes his lips into mine. He kisses me roughly, demanding entrance, which I refuse to give. Albeit, I have wanted this for so long.
"How"? He stretches out the word. "Not before I've touched you, not before I've held you close and called you mine, not before I've kissed those soft lips," he moans; then it was like a light bulb went on, and immediately after, his features switch to one of a predator when he stalks me like his prey.
I furrow my eyebrows and blurt out, "Ron, what the HELLLLLL!!!! What are you doing? Let go of me," as he is still holding me in a death grip, his body pressed against mine, jamming me to the wall and I am feeling dominated by his presence.
It could not be. This familiar scent, though, I leaned my face back into the bastard's chest and sniffed. It was that cologne I have grown so accustomed to that tobacco blossom, spice with a hint of vanilla, NO, could never be. I shook that thought out.