My hand ran the length of her neck into her strawberry blonde hair. Her soft blue eyes reflecting the moon coming in through the bedroom window of our remote cabin. Rain pounds the cabins tin roof, almost in unison with her beating heart. She has never experienced someone like me before; Someone that craves her and wants to consume her whole, and it shows.
My left hand tightens its grip in her curls and I jerk her head to the side exposing the bare skin of her neck and shoulder. She winces in pain and clinches her teeth. I start to wonder if this is more than she’s bargained for. She snaps her gaze to me. Our eyes meeting and I stare into her with my intentions.
“You know what I want….” I say gripping harder and growling at her, showing my teeth.
“Yes. Yes. I do” she says closing her eyes.
“Look at me.” I say sternly while bringing her face close to mine. She opens her eyes with tears starting to form from my grip on her hair. I run my right hand under her blouse, grabbing her ribs and digging my thumb between two of them. She starts to buckle under the pressure and I push harder.