The kiss was dominant. There was no softness in it. His lips were firm, insistent, pressing against hers with a force that left no room for question. His other hand went to her waist and pulled her body against his. His tongue pushed past her lips. He kissed her like he was taking something, not asking for it. His teeth grazed her bottom lip.
She tried to break free to breathe. She turned her head slightly, just enough to gasp for air. But he pulled her tighter. His hand at her neck held her in place. He kissed her even more deeply, his mouth covering hers, and his tongue moved against hers.
This time, she did not fight. She responded.
Her hands came up to his chest. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. She kissed him back with equal fire, matching his intensity. Her mouth opened wider for him. Her tongue met his.
They started moving backward toward the nearest wall. Her bare back hit the solid wall without stumbling.
