One arm caught around her middle and flung her back to the wall. Her eyes found mine mere seconds before I ground my hungry, angry lips against hers, more beast than being. She squeaked and wriggled, but the softness of her body slowed my heated plunder to something subtler.
My hand curled around into her hair, tipping her head back ever so slightly so my fierce kiss could better explore the sweet bow of her lips. I pressed into her, hard heat and need seeking solace in her form.
Her body began to subtly arch back, cursing my mind to blank thought with her gradual reciprocation. Like the sweetest of flowers, her lips bloomed, parting to my desperate taste.