Somehow they got the door shut and he spun them around so he had her pressed against the door and he could keep her caged there. No escape from him. No running away. HE wanted to keep her still for a minute.
She felt the cold wooden door against her back and his hot familiar body pressed against her. His hand gripped her arms like two vices and he kept his mouth glued to hers. Everything had seemed to turn red when he slammed his mouth onto hers and she couldn't tell if it was anger or passion or more than likely, a combination of both. The only thing she acknowledged was that her body responded with the needs of a parched man who had found water in the middle of a desert. His mouth felt perfect pressed against hers and she could feel more than one part of her body responding in full to what he was doing with her. She tried to clear her head of the thick red haze that seemed to be dominating but a moan escaped her lips into his and she felt him grab her legs and lift her against the door. She was floating...
He felt her legs automatically wrap around his waste. Her hands slide up and cup his face, on reaching around and gripping his neck, holding him in place. He heard and felt her moan against his mouth again. He wanted to see her face for a moment. He wanted to see her look at him with something other than frustration and pain. He went to pull his head away and felt her nails in his neck. She didn't want him to leave her mouth but he needed to see...
She felt him tug his head again. Why was he tugging. She wanted him to stay this way. She didn't want it to stop. However, she relinquished and found herself staring into his eyes again.
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